I spent a year in college, went when I was 17… bored the fuck out of me. Literally out in the middle of nowhere in someplace called Glimer County, Glenville, West Virginia… surrounded by nothing. I used to go out at night and run 7 miles to a state park… in West Virginia, the tree leaves become extra crunchy and knee deep everywhere, like god raked all the leaves in the world here in one big pile. Deer, like 20 or so, would become scared as fuck as I jogged, snorting and running in unison around me, to stupid to run at a 90 degree angle. Was scary and noisy as fuck. I’d hit this creek on a stream, then head back.
Sometimes if I’m up too late Ill get musical war syndrome going on too, tells me I’m about to loose consciousness from extreme exhaustion, only time it ever kicks in.
I also in San Francisco had a Japanese Roommate, 40 year old art student, used to sit up drinking tea and talking when she would come in, Ild be sitting there legs over the armchair reading whatever in the dark, some song on infinite repeat. Mika, cute girl, Japs age well.
Used to sneak around the steel mill sometimes as a kid at night too, watch them poor molten slag into a pit, watch them go and throw newspaper on the flow to see if it burst into flames, and when it seemed safe run to the wall of the slide, breaking volcanic glass as it was still hot and malleable to a degree off it… came in dagger like blue, black and red swirls. Once the newspaper caught fire after I was already on it, and found my tredding on my sneakers was gone. They couldn’t see me hiding at night, so it was the best time to do it.
I also used to swim at night sometimes down by diamond head in Hawaii at night if I had the day off the next day. In Alaska I used to take off camping, tried hammocks (bad idea) then tents (permafrost + solar blankets stupid idea, still got picks of that). I got used to long walks in Artic Valley and down in Eagle River heading to the nature facility at the end of eagle river and heading back. Big sky, stars, northern lights, moose, mountains. One man alone in nature. It sucked. Cock was always cold.
Other times I would have none stop sex marathons with my girlfriend in some hotel back then, she was always bitching about honors and finals, etc and how she needed to study, but I just got more aroused when she complained like that. Didn’t really help anything on here end to complain like that.
I also used to hang out a lot before sunrise in crissy field by the Golden Gate Bridge by the walk on the shore, and watch the sun come up on the waves… went from pure night lite up from the bridge to a murky foggy grew, slowly peeling back over two hours to sun. Would hit Ihops down the road to read and eat. Fuck… I miss Ihops. Would stay up half the night there writing and reading. Steak and red potatoes, the F Train Rolling by occasionally.
Also, once I got back into physically good enough shape used to circumnavigate San Francisco County with a ruck.
This place sucks, I’m bored. Just fuck.
Also would get the night shift guards a lot in Iraq, would sneak down into off limit bunkers on our base in Iskandariya. First time, very early on in the war, I got stuck in this weird ass verticals maze going up and down these verticals staircases, and found all thus machinery and collapsed elevator shafts and exit signs lit up in English. I went to the top of one of the staircases and it was a deadens, door locked, and heard someone whispering in Arabic below… scared the shit out of me cause he wasn’t moving, just waiting there. Like, 20 minutes later I came creeping down and was all stealth, could hear someone breathing behind the corner, and was scared shitless, and he just came about, empty handed, in a greasy mechanics uniform, stook his hand out and said hello. I tried keeping my cool, remembering I had a gun, made some bullshit to check his ID (Iraqi Security Guard… which my commanders never knew existed, refused to believe still operated in the power plant our base was built around, and eventually even arrested… caused me to yell at the CSM and Lt. Cols as morons as the poor guy nearly got sent to prison for doing his job… but that was much later down the road).
That damn night scared the shit out of me, and heard the story I told my buddy repeated and embellushed a lot, but no one knew it was me. I also used to catalog refugees living in the base, average 200 a night sleeping under bushes.
For a while, we also built a scrapmetal fort in the scrapyard in Iraq, pictured here:
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We had found this old rotten guard tower, and put it standing up, and put scrap metal around it. We actually got to officially man it one night, but then the Sargent major found out we built that shit and had it torn down, which pissed us off but was understandable. Nearly got bit by a desert viper in that junkyard, but that was during the day.
Oh yeah, sometimes in Glenville, I would ride my bike down to Weston, where the worlds largest sandstone structure was (so they say), a large lunatic asylum abandoned. Used to break in and explore that place, a hobo lived inside, saw his gear but not him, but heard him down the hall walking once, was torn between it being a human or a ghost until he pissed on the wall.
Just random shit at night.
