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Post by Dragnoxz on Nov 2, 2015 1:33:59 GMT -5
12/25/95
(03:00) - This is my first journal. Gosh I am high on medicine. That is all I have to say, for now.
(11:50) - It is Christmas. Too bad I get to spend it alone again. At least the pain is keeping me me company, and the TV showing nothing. Wow, this is depressing. I need a book to read, the magazines here are not my style. I mean, what would I care about feminine products ? Gosh I am high on medicine.
(15:40) - I decided to write it since I am now recovering from my last mission, and I am bored here. My left leg huts bad now, medicine wearing off.This is bad.
(15:45) - Come on nurse, it hurts to push the button.
(15:55) - Wow, I got my medicine. Lets see how long this takes-
(16:20) - I decided to write a journal since I am stuck in the hospital recovering from my last mission, and I am bored here. My left leg is put together, but still huts. It is healing. I was surprised that someone gave me a get well soon card. I don't know who it's from, but it did make me feel better, and it says Merry Christmas on it.
12/27/95 - Well, today I found out who it was that gave the card over. He showed up to see how I was doing. Apparently he was here recovering too. The other surviving crew member of the crash that got us here. He got to leave today, so he stopped by and said hi. He gave me some cross though. I guess I will keep it out of respect, even if I am not religious.
12/30/95 - Yes, I get out today. They kept me long enough. I am happy, but now I got to look forward to wheeling around in a chair with wheels. (This sucks).
01/01/96 - A new year. I am thankful to have made it here.
03/01/96 - My gosh, I just found this journal from before. I wrote allot the first day I started it. I wonder if I will lose it and pick it up again. Yea, my leg is still broken, dang it. Oh, and I still have that cross. I don't even remember his name.
03/08/96 - I REMEMBERED ! His name is Todd Tellis. I remember because the other crew member kept telling him to "Tell us." And there is a TT etched in the cross. I was wondering what that was all about.
05/12/96 - I can't believe it. I thought I accidentally tossed this out. I guess I will put it in a safe place. I found the cross Tellis gave me in it too. I think I will just submit and put the cross on a necklace. Yep, I am going to do it, only till I get back to active duty. My leg is still in pain, but it is mended. I should be back to running soon. My gosh, I can't wait.
07/01/96
(07:00) - Last week I ran again for the first time since before the wreck. My leg is fully healed, but the pain is still lingering. The doctor said to not abuse it till next year. So, I guess I am still grounded will next year. I also need to make my PFT. Last weeks run didn't make. Today, I am going to run and see how I do.
(07:50) - Dang, I made an 11:12 mile, and I need to run a 17:00 or better for two miles. I got moths to get into shape though.
10/01/96 - Yes, I did it, and am going back to fly. I was re-entered and got my slot back. My mile is back to a 7:16. I just tried a two mile run and made it a 15:00 flat. They better give me my old job back. I got these medals to prove my worthiness, and busted my rump to get back into acceptable shape.
11/20/96
(06:50) - For my birthday I was reinstated as a pilot again. The procedure was nothing special. My gift is a new 60. I might try to get a picture with it. The only draw back is this AO is at home, not over seas. And, I am now in the Army National Guard, so new commander for a boss. I am ok with it too, I just hope the commander is cool. They decided I had enough action, and a change of mission is good I guess. Just need to fly from here to the AO area in the states over in the Arklay region.
(07:15) - Co-pilot is not here yet. That means as the boss of this ship I need to chew him or her out for being late. We fly in 15 to our AO. Well look what just walked in the hanger. Here I am sitting in the cockpit ready to go and the new copilot walks up. Time to start my chewing rant.
11/21/96 - Ok, I didn't chew the copilot out as much as I could have. It would have wasted time anyway. He already looked nervous and acting sorry for being late to begin with. I told him to just get in the chopper and not worry about it. I get the feeling he was intimidated by me. The co-pilot is brand new, 2nt Lt. Young kid, 24, just got out flight training.
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Post by Dragnoxz on Nov 3, 2015 0:12:18 GMT -5
11/22/96 - We arrived mid day at the Arklay Base. There are two landing pads, and one maintenance hanger, a fuel station and external fuel tanks all over. This place is a mess. No weapons, just a sorry run down rotary base. I saw a black hawk tire, next to the fuel tanks. Oh well, it is not my job to tell the commander how to run the base. I just fly, and I am ok with that. My leg still hurts, or is just sore. FOOD TIME.
12/25/96 - Wow, Christmas. Just over a year from my run in with the ground, and loss of fellow crew mates. Yet again, I am alone. Merry C America, I got your back regardless.
01/10/97 - I am assigned to conduct an SAR exercise with my crew. First exercise since being assigned to Arklay.
03/19/97 - My GOSH. I got some coffee this morning and someone ran into me, with PAPER. The coffee got all over the place and on their papers, and my flight suit. The base commander needs to stop having folks RUN around narrow hallways. Honestly, we are not being shelled. That PFC I think got more scared when I didn't overreact. before he overreacted with apologizing I commented saying that I at least will smell good for my flight. I didn't have time, so I said screw it, lets do it (in my mind).
03/20/97 - So my copilot thought it would be a good idea to punish that PFC who crashed into me. Well, I caught him and gave him a nice Karmattic disciplinary treatment. His over excessive actions toward the PFC were not warranted and unjust. He got to stay at the base while the PFC got to ride with us on the next flight. And, that young Lt. got to do some grunt work, cleaning the helipad up of clutter. Of course, I got chewed out by the base commander, whom was a Major. We had a talk, and it turned into a slight argument. Lets just say, my old commander just so happens to be his commander now, and cleared things up. The helipads will be clear of clutter from he on out. I still respect his rank though.
05/04/97 - It's been a while, I really don't have much to say, other than I don't have much to say. Everything seems normal. I am saving up, and don't even have anything I want to buy. I actually just love flying. I also like this area. It is peaceful, sound and not Bosnia or Somalia.
09/23/97 - I found it, this, the journal, YES ! Ok, now that my journal is found, I have nothing to write about. I did see a bird smash into a window yesterday tough, it died. It also scared the stuffing out of me.
11/11/97 - Got a new base commander. I was actually getting along with this guy. We started playing chess. I sucked at it though. We come to realize the Army is our family, we exchanged contact info and well, he left last week.
12/25/97 - Christmas, we meet again.I don't know why but I find this book on Christmas and get the urge to write in it. I still have that cross, and wear it, even though I am not religious. I must be weird. You are, sincerely, me. You are also alone again, so go out and do something.
12/26/97 - I did something new for Christmas. I went around town, and found homeless folks and greeted them with some Christmas stuff. New coat, because it sucks outside. It made me feel good. I even offered to pay their dinner that night. After all, what am I going to do with all of this pay I am never going to use ? It was a time of giving, and I saw them all huddled in an alley. I said screw it, they can feel too, it was cold. I also forgot to change dang it. I hope I don't get in trouble for treating them all out. It must have looked weird a dude in a flight suit treating the homeless out.
01/01/98 - I made some new friends. While on my down time, when I had time, I helped some of those homeless men get on their feet. I am sorry to say not all wanted to though. Three of them are working now, near the base. I even got an apartment for them and paid up a years rent so they could save up. I don't know how well that will go though. Happy New Year, I guess.
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Post by Dragnoxz on Nov 6, 2015 12:45:45 GMT -5
03/28/98 - Well, we got tasked with flying the Army Core of Engineers around water systems, like lakes and rivers, and purification facilities. There were six engineers, we dropped a few off at different locations, they took samples of water, and we headed over to some research center so they could deliver the samples. We left, got some sleep, and the stupid fire alarms sounded. It turns out it was a random drill.
04/02/98 - Just read in the paper something about the water supply being messed up in some of the areas those engineers took samples from. Hopefully that can be resolved.
05/27/98 - Oh look, in the news it says there was a body found along the nearby Marble River. It says the person looks like they were attacked by unknown animals.
06/16/98 - More brutal killings in the news. I might fly over those areasand check things out on the way out. See if the crew can spot anything odd.
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Post by Dragnoxz on Nov 15, 2015 17:43:43 GMT -5
07/11/98 - We will be flying over the lands where it is designated unsafe for travelers. We will make a pass around a hill and south then west and north, completely circling the Raccoon city area. Unfortunately, we are restricted to 1,400 feet or above today, due to the local police air traffic.
07/17/98 - On our last flight, we noticed a colonial mansion. It looked like it was secluded. Copilot also thought it looks cool. We started talking and agreed that today, since Simmons never watches the radar, unless we say something, we will be able to get away with flying low over the area. We can go rogue, but maintain a safe range from the airspace surrounding it. I mean, there is actually an airspace circled around that location on our maps saying it is restricted all the way up to 100,000 feet. Come on. On the flight back we say a police chopper patrolling, most likely searching for whoever has been committing those murders.
07/22/98 - We flew low over the structure, and the area. We kept clear of the restricted airspace though. We saw a chopper pad, but it was small. Looked nice though. Must be nice to own a place out there. They had a nice old style looking courtyard too, or so it looked like. We found a river and followed it, kept below radar (just in case Simmons was watching). We climbed back up and RTB, following proper procedures. Copilot thought it was fun, so did the crew. Even if Simmons found out, it will be like a slap on the wrists. Base commander is laid back, and probably would say that he would do the same. We will try to take a picture of building next time, if no one says anything.
08/05/98 - Just got done with the day, and strange thing my fellow copilot noticed. That colonial mansion we saw was missing. We had to make sure to each other that we did, in fact, see a structure there two weeks ago, and do the same with the other pilot. We circled once and found ruble at the location, along with some black vehicles. I guess they had one hell of a party. They left their chopper in a field near by too. Co pilot spotted it just sitting there. We contacted the Raccoon Police Department to ask them about the chopper in the field. The reply was "We know about it. The situation is handled." That was on the 29th.
08/12/98 - We changed our flights to Thursdays. I really doesn't matter which days we fly of the month, as long as we log the flight time.
08/27/98 - I noticed some trucks parked out in the motor pool, and when I asked the commander, he said they were moving ammo for a training exercise for the UH-64's. The drivers will be staying at our base till then. I guess we will all be hanging out in the lounge once in a while.
09/10/98 - Just got done with another flight. I am glad I put this thing in my flight bag, or I would never write in it before bed, or when waiting for clearance to go, like now. This thing still has paper, lots of paper, even though it is a small book looking thing. I might carry it with me, from now on, or not. No, I will leave it in my flight bag. Yes, good place for it, since I always end up bumping into it.
09/24/98
(07:00) - Well, the trucks still haven't left. I don't know why, then again it is not my job to. Probably has to do with paper work or a mix up. We set off again. It was strange that the lobby was packed with national guard troops. They also looked confused. My guess is they will be doing an exercise today. But I got the feeling they were nervous about something. They must be fresh out of basic. But some looked my age. Who knows. Time to fly.
(16:20) - My gosh. The town south east of us is in chaos. Buildings were burning and streets were messed up. I know there was a game, but I didn't think they would be so serious about it.The Raccoon Sharks don't joke around it seems. But dang, the looters though. The comms were lit and the police were talking of having to shoot unresponsive crowds. I hope they were using bean bags or tear gas on the crowds, not lethal force.
(18:45) - Those troops were not here, so they must be on their way to their exercise. But I recall there being some new crates outside, but why ? I bet they unloaded the trucks so they could carry all the troops to their exercise. They should be out for a good week.
09/25/98
(05:55) - Bad news. Something is happening the next town over. Those troops were sent to block the roads leading in and out of that town and set a parameter around the town to contain whatever is going on. We were called for an emergency order, to deliver barricades and munitions to the road blocks. Holy crap, the weapons are .30's and .50's and lots of assault weapons and rocket launchers. We also are going to pick up big crates to deliver to them. Those rioters are no joke it seems. Word is the police have called in some of our towns police and police of other towns to help with whatever is going on. Time to go.
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Post by Dragnoxz on Jan 9, 2016 6:59:28 GMT -5
09/25/98
(23:11) - Today was supposed to be some sort of riot containment mission. I was curious, and flew over the town we were supposedly containing. Now, I have the feeling I was not supposed to fly over that city. When I did, out of curiosity, my crew and I all agreed we had to do something. We just could not stand by and watch mobs swallow the police like we saw. But we were helpless, unarmed, and the crowds so big. We were told to return to base, but in stead we all, including the other chopper, decided to pick up citizens in distress that were on a roof of a hospital. We took many trips and took them to the roadblocks our ground forces set up. Apparently they will screen them. And something else. The citizens we rescued were scared, so scared we almost had to abandon our efforts. The last go we nearly got overflowed by them desperately trying to get on. We have since been ordered to stay clear of the airspace. But we can't just stand by and do nothing. We need to help. Those are our citizens. I don't know what we are going to do, but we will need to do it soon. But dammit, I need sleep. There is no way to help if I can't fly effectively. Today was harsh. I will wake up after a few hours of sleep, I am passing out as I write this. It is late, oassjng out (miss spelled words).
(02:22) - Dang, I passed out while writing. Had to make golden shower, still tired. Coffee soon. Back to fly. Grounded dang it, but SAR more important. Sleep is too. Sleep is now. Silly me, go to sleep. (The date at the time this was written is the morning of the 26th. Zap-).
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Post by Dragnoxz on Jan 27, 2016 8:11:24 GMT -5
09/26/98
(10:08) - I have ordered my crew to install the M134's. Anyone trying to flood the chopper will want to panic going AWAY from the chopper. Maybe the crowd will not be as bad. The other aircrew is also doing the same. It i a good thing the base commander never gets off his ass to see the tarmac. Guy is probably watching TV, or the news. The airspace is restricted to military only. We are technically not in any airspace violation. We leave in five.
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Post by Dragnoxz on Jan 27, 2016 8:20:24 GMT -5
[PILOTS LOG] 09/26/98
10:10 - Fuel Full Gauges Set M134 Installation M134 Ammo Loaded Safety Equipment Lights Radio Transponder (US Army 413) Air Frame Rotor Blades Engine Fuel Pump
Pre-Flight Complete
Take Off Time Approximately 10:13
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Post by Dragnoxz on Feb 19, 2016 2:27:36 GMT -5
09/26/98 - 14:17
The situation is bad now. Just experienced my second crash. A cloud of black birds raised up just after we picked up a refugee kid. We even helped local police with firepower prior. We managed to contact the local police and found out just how bad the situation is. We coordinated some gun runs and helped the police secure passage to their police station. Then we got to the hospital and rescued a young girl, early teens maybe. SSgt Blake ran out and grabbed her before the crowd could get her. We almost decided not to land. One of the cops ran into the elevator waving to attract the crowd. The other chopper honored his sacrifice by providing him a quick death. The sky was crowded too, lots of Russian made choppers dropped several troops into the town. I was too focused on the cloud of birds that raised up and clogged our turbines. There is no telling if the other chopper made it out. I executed an auto-rotation once the turbines got clogged, and it worked. We lived. Couldn't keep it straight, but we did land in the road and not half on a building. No one was seriously injured. I turned the engine off after and we all got out. The young girl was wobbly after we took refuge in an apartment building, she was probably in some state of shock at what just happened. She started going crazy, then she fainted. Sergeant Blake carried her to where we are all at now. Oh, and we are unarmed without the chopper. Didn't think to bring our pistols. That probably was not going to do anything anyway. And the police don't seem to be doing well with how they are doing things either. And I hate to admit it. But, when Collins and Stark showed me one of the ones they neutralized in the building, it was a person, but it was rotting away. It was dead but still moving. Just like the cops tried to explain. Just like in the zombie movies. Just the smell is very bad. The entire town smells like death. My gosh. We need to not catch what they have. If it is like Ebola, we can't touch or get touched by them at all. How or what is this sickness ? An Ebola style Rabies Stimulant ?
I hope these are not the last words I write. My watch says 14:44. It looks like it took me, 27 minutes to write this. That means we crashed at around 13:00. I think this is the most I ever wrote in one entry on this book.
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Post by Dragnoxz on May 17, 2016 8:07:11 GMT -5
Saturday, 10/03/1998- (I think).
I found this journal. I thought it was still in that apartment building. I am in a white room, and it is too quiet for me. I can't even hear roaches crawling around in the walls like at the base. But that is not the important part. I don't know where I am. The last thing I remember was a, not so real something. And weird military personnel with swords and other fancy equipment I never seen before. After that young girl Ashley swatted a few stumbling chewers with that bag, some big ass pick up truck drove up with unfamiliar uniforms. I saw Collins and the guys and girl being directed to the truck, then I decided to go over there, and got helped by someone. My vision was not so clear, I was not in good shape. And holy crap, Blake and Stark were seriously f**ked up. Stark was screaming some religious nonsense, and I remember the girl screaming to be killed and Collins pointing the weapon at her and firing, but was out of ammo. So I am all f**ked up at the moment. Oh, and more crazy s***. The girl found that bag, and inside was some very strange device, and it got us here. That thing was something else. It changed everything, like transported us to a big ass white hanger like done room. The room filled with some gas and out I went. And now I am here. And I am hate ass naked. They say they had to burn my flight suit, dammit. I am glad they kept my journal. Apparently they UV and microwaved it to eliminate any infection there might have been. They f**ked up the cover dammit. Oh well.
Now, old Doctor guy says I was infected with a very powerful mutagenic virus type thing. Says that my blood content of that infection was 75% from point of no return. Since they respect rank, and they know I am responsible for my crew, they informed me that Collins was at 45%, and Stark had a 85% screwed rate, and Blake had the worst, at 90%. They almost left his ass there. The girl had a 65% blood content of that s***. They didn't tell me much about it, or how it works. But they said to stop or reverse it, they had to take my blood, do something with it, replicate it, or my antibodies, using some nano robot tech, and inject the hell out of me with those antibodies, before the virus mutated again. They say it took a week. And to counteract a number of possible mutations they tossed in some synthetic antibody, which was the last thing they did to ultimately end any future replication. Which would explain why I am all achy and very, very, and I mean, VERY, thirsty. Gonna ask the next person that walks in for a drink. I forgot the last few times. I guess in am just craving answers.
Apparently we are at a base called Scar Creek. The tech here is beyond anything I have ever seen. I saw and got to use a big ass flat TV that is touch sensitive and has very good visual quality, crystal clear, better than real life. It was so clear I felt like I could reach in and touch the screen. The clothes look very advanced too. They said they will hook me up with some of the clothes I picked out on that screen.
I, and Ashley and Collins get to leave later. I think when Stark recovers we will have a meeting with the base commander here. A lady in a military uniform just walked in and said to call some number. It is a Canadian number, it looks like. I guess all of our questions will be addressed at that meeting.
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Post by Dragnoxz on Jun 23, 2016 12:08:30 GMT -5
03/21/10 Ok, I am in the future, or present. I don't know. It is too weird, too confusing, just going with the flow now. First, it was riots, then zombies, then war zones in American city, and to top it off, time travel and alternate dimentions. I give up. I quit. I don't care anymore. Ok, I do, but dang, not only is this unreal, it is too real but unreal. I saw new tech, so it is, dang real.
04/22/10 Ok, I got a grip. Just had to focus. I am now entering a flight test to determine my flight ability base on my current (past) flight status. They, the command personnel here in this dimension, of the year 2010, 12 years in the future, said They mostly have SH-60L's, for the naval forces of this conglomerate organization we seem to be involved with now.
04/27/10 I wonder how the rest of my crew are doing, and the girl, Ashley. I guess we adopted her as our own. Regardless, she is our responsibility in this domension, and it is our duty to keep her safe and sound. I talked with the base commander at the facility, he agrees with me. Blake has joined with the organization temporarily like me, and I have assigned him to keep a look out for her. Plus, he is recovering, so she can keep him out of trouble, haha. I will send her a letter explaining to keep an eye on him as well, so they can look out for each other. I will feel at ease with them together. The last thing we need is for him to get back into drinking again. He won't drink around kids.
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Post by Dragnoxz on Jul 13, 2016 5:55:43 GMT -5
05/09/10
It is hot out here in Cali. I think I will be training pilots that will be based at some Tijuana base. I get to return to the apartment I was supplemented with, but dang. Ah, what am I complaining about. I get to take a chopper to and from work.
A day's work for the next few weeks will be waking up, drink bottle of water, run a mile, restroom, shower, Mountain Dew (because coffee makes me have to go), power bar for lunch later, ride bike to airport (the base), suit up, preflight, restroom before flight, fire up chopper, get clearance, fly out to base near Tijuana, brief trainers, put trainees through course, grade their performance, (they take turns throughout the day), fuel in between sessions, have a lunch (power bar), restroom, continue training, before dark, distribute grades of however many were run through the course, debrief them all, then take chopper back to where I'm stationed, get clearance to land, land, fuel craft, go to commander for debrief report, hand in however many personnel debriefing reports, change clothes, submit uniform for cleaners, ride bike to apartment, use restroom, shower, eat dinner, pas out, all to do it again. At least I get to ride a chopper to work, haha.
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Post by Dragnoxz on Aug 9, 2016 19:25:25 GMT -5
05/09/10 (20:10)
Ok. I get a few flashes, but when the a**holes have to flash and keep it there, and I maneuver to signal enough is enough, and they STILL keep shining the laser at me, THAT is when the gloves come off. I pull into a hover and have the crew locate the a**holes doing it, and of course they are dumb enough to be in a Walmart parking lot. We get the tower to contact the police, still having the laser being flashed at us, and when the police block the parking lot and get a description, WE land in that parking lot in a clear spot near by, and my crew gets out, and I get out, and walk (more like run) over there. And pushed them around. I took that laser and shined it in their eyes while the sergeant and gopher restrained them. The sarge kept watch on the chopper. And hell yea we were armed. Lessons from Raccoon of course. Cops roll up and well, the a**hole laser guys start b*tching about freedom and their rights. Well, f**k them, they lost their rights when they abused them by blinding my ass while trying to land at the base. Cops arrested them and well, the cops actually cleared the crowd that formed by the chopper so we could safely take off. Of course, I was chewed out at the base for it, then thanked because other pilots have been complaining. I wonder what kind of s*** the city will give tomorrow. But screw it, I can sleep better knowing that a**hole won't be shining a laser at pilots trying to land. It's a nice laser. Mine now.
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Post by Dragnoxz on Nov 1, 2016 5:11:15 GMT -5
06/16/10 Looks like my crew are employed, and Ashley is enrolled in high school to continue to education, where she should be. It is a good feeling knowing we are all doing what we probably would be doing anyway. A normal life, despite the horrifying crap we went through. I think everyone will be ok. Collins going to field medic school, Blake going to physical therapy, and Stark continuing his flying choppers like me. Of course, he had to fly the SH's. But at least I got to fly a UH-1 last week. Ha.
11/22/10 Holy s*** the news today. Some British air base commanded by the Royal Crusaders of Europe got bombed by terrorists yesterday and they blamed the Uatians for it. The Uatians are our ally. The Uatian occupied Canary Islands were under bomb threat all day today. And I mean nuclear threat. But, fortunately they leaders of the RCOE were dumb and thought their conventional bombs were nukes. Uatian bombers and fighters patrolled the skies and our guys sent ships to patrol between Canary's and the likely area RCOE will attack. But, they didn't attack. In fact, they backed off when we got involved. I guess we are powerful. We made a political statement and that was all it took to shut the RCOE up.
12/19/10 Holy s***, you know I lose this thing so much and somehow around Christmas I don't the damn thing. Of course it would be hidden among my letters. Got all my Christmas cards set, but almost forgot Collins. I think he is half Jewish. It's a good thing I grabbed two Honika, or however it's spelled, Holiday. Dang, shows how much I know about all them holiday things. Dang I don't want to kiss him off getting him Christmas crap. Oh well, I'll get him s letter wishing a good holiday. Blake, if get him liquor but that get him to drinking again. f**k that. I'll get him a s*** scented candle as a prank. Stark gets to have an I-Pod. He'll never figure out how to use it. I think there cool. It beats them big ass boom boxes from the early 90's and back. Ashley gets a bike. There, I'm done shopping. I wish I could visit them. It'd be funny to see the surprise on their faces. But I am stuck for another few years training new guys, and allot of girls surprisingly.
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Post by Dragnoxz on Nov 3, 2016 21:38:41 GMT -5
12/25/10
Christmas at last. I wonder if Ashley got the bike. I told Blake if she already had a bike to just donate this one to an orphanage. I don't know what to get girls. I'd be a bad ad I guess. But, I did get the chance to go to a bar in San Diego. Just to be social. I didn't drink though. It got too crowded, so I left. Went to the pier. Wasn't like I expected. LAX was busy a heck. Merry C my fellow Journal.
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Post by Dragnoxz on Nov 6, 2016 3:15:46 GMT -5
02/11/11 It looks like I got a weekend to do whatever. I wonder if someone that other than me will read this some day.
02/28/11 I got a mark of violation on my license driving record. I was speeding. At least I don't have to pay tickets in this dimension. I have to appear in two weeks at the police station where the trooper works to get lectured on road safety. Gonna leave you, my journal, in the car. Oh, and I got a car. Small, nothing interesting, reminds me of the 90's car. Camaro, black. Of course they would tag me.
03/14/11 Daaaaam, as Stark would say, if he was standing there observing. First we had to turn in our vehicle keys and registration. Then I was directed to some court room looking room. In a group of about 100, we all sat in that room and got lectured for sure. This lady, a older lady, could have passed for my mothers age, stood at a podium and cranked on a screeching noise to get everyone's attention who wasn't paying attention. Then she jumped right into her highway Nazi lecture. She was acting ****ed and cocky. She got everyone's attention and reminded us that she had our keys. Everyone, including me, felt like powerless child to some teacher who had our freedom to go home. The lesson I got from that forever convinced me to never abuse my privilege of driving. She drilled home that our driving is not some right we have, but it is a privilege given to us. She said something about abusing privileges and freedom leads to it being taken away. I left that place more aware and thankful of the freedoms I have. I signed something to get my key's back. that signature will be shown to me, and if I mess up and speed again, they flip two coins and I have to choose heads or tails for each flip and have a 25% chance I lose my driving privileges, or license to drive motor vehicles, for a year. (I want to go back to my 1998 dimension, I'll take the tickets and pay a fine).
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