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Today, Randy and I hung out 7 years ago. He was finally starting his terminal leave from the Air Force, and retiring back in the States. He was happy as could be.

I called this the "Long Lost Weekend". If you've ever seen those stupid "Hangover" movies, the weekend was very similar to that.

A lot of alcohol. A lot of hi-jinks.

Randy also smoked a joint for the first time in forever. He was wearing a Rastafarian hat with faux dreads, laughing his ass off as he got baked. He was truly free once again.

It was during this weekend that I figured that I could finally "surface"; like a submarine that had been submerged for too long, I could finally come up and breathe again. No longer stay under the radar. Within a few months, I too would start my terminal leave, and there wasn't a goddamned thing the assholes in the Air Force could do about it. It was truly liberating.

Tonight I'll drink a shot of apple vodka in Randy's memory. Hanging out with him was the best birthday gift I could receive. Such memories are priceless.

More Kunsan

So, it seems that I can't escape this fucking place, no matter what I do. It's something that is always following me, mentally.

That place fucking broke me. It left its mark. All the shit I had to suffer with a smile just wasn't worth it. I fucking hate the leadership there, the politics, the culture - everything. I did it all because I behaved the way I thought other people thought I should behave, only in the end it didn't matter.

I will never forgive that place. I will never forget that place, no matter how hard I try.

It haunts my dreams, it haunts my waking thoughts, it's something that will never let go of me.

If you're reading this, and you're in the Air Force, do yourself a serious favor and avoid this place at all costs. Trust me.

You're better off at some shit-hole assignment like Minot, Cannon, Offutt Grand Forks, or any one of those Stateside horror show locations that doubles as an armpit of humanity. Sure it sucks, but you're not stuck into a corner on the ass-end of the world, where toxic leadership can get away with practically anything, and there's no accountability. Personal liberties, identities, and anything resembling a life outside of the military is unacceptable and forbidden. It's not like the Koreans give a damn either.

Seriously, I know that nobody reads this blog, but if you're the one person in a million that stumbles across it, heed my advice. You'll thank me in the long run. As for the people responsible for taking a fun place and ruining it, I hope you're happy.