***THE OPINIONS IN THIS BLOG DO NOT REFLECT THE OPINIONS OF THE UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT, OR THE UNITED STATE MARINE CORPS.***
I live in Tacoma Washington.
Judson, 22 years of living on this gravity well, spiraling around this nuclear fireball that somehow keeps us warm. Words of description: single, 'out to lunch', Malformed Public duty gland, and a deficiency in moral fiber precluding me from saving Universes. Possibly a dreamer (jury is still out). A bit rude, a bit crude, a bit into myself.
Nothing of importance: Don't listen to me, because I am mostly out to lunch, and Mostly harmless.
My Photography Blog if you are interested:
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
I have to be up dressed and out the door before 800 today… I am resisting sleep to see if I can fall asleep while scrolling through the internet… And because I don’t want to go to this mandatory brief… There was a point where I wanted to be a complete bad ass, and walk away from explosions and no look at them because “COOL GUY JUST DON’T LOOK AT EXPLOSIONS!!!” There was a point in my life where I thought that was what I wanted… As much adventure as it would bring if I chose to see if I can make into the Ranks of the MARSOC community (which I know I would, all things like that is, is a matter of shutting off your brain and doing what you are told.), it is a commitment of another level. A commitment that I don’t feel like contracting myself to…
Remember when I wanted to do those things? But now I just want to get out of the Marine Corps and do my own thing.
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