My mother gave it to me. Now I'm just living it

So this is my first ever blogg entry. Hurrah right.....not really. I feel kind of weird doing it, but then I just said fuck it. So I'm gonna talk about life...my life. Well first off I'm from a small town in Virginia. The type of town growing up that anyone you asked had dreams of making it out. Since I could remember I wanted to be in the military. I can't explain it, but I knew somehow I was meant to serve for a purpose. I saw the military as the way for me to do that. More as a protector or something like that. Well going through school I was kind of weird. See my dad is hispanic and my mom is black. So I never really fit in with the brothers that I lived near. So most of my friends were white. That being said I really never fit into a specific click. That was clue to me growing up that I wasn't going to live a compeletly normal life. In high school I stopped hangin around my hoolgan friends and hangin out with the JROTC rats. I threw myself into it. Knowing that one day I would join the Army. Freshman, and most of my Sophmore year I spent doing the nerdy DrillTeam thing. You guys know what I'm talking about. Well anyways it seemed kind of week to me. Like it wasn't much of a challenge. So after the embarassment I called my Junior Varsity football career. I thought I would never quit again, and try out for the wrestling team. So I went for it, wrestled. It was the hardest thing physically and mentally I've ever done in my life. Wrestling turned me into a man...almost. Well I wasn't very physically fit growing up, and wrestling became addicting. Pushing my body past limits I didn't know it even had. I started lifting weights, but didn't really do alot of running . Anyways I was kinda good, but not good enough. I wrestled varsity for 2 years and that was it. My senior year I went back to drillteam because I was scared. I'll giving up on it senior year. So I moved on to the next thing. I moved on to the challenge of wanting to be a Marine. I had planned on going to college on an ROTC scholarship. I fucked up in school, and didn't do good enough to get a scholarship. So I decided I was gonna go in the Marines. The recruiter(who I won't name. Who ended up screwing me.) had been busting my balls about it from the time I was a sophmore. I decided over the summer break of 2004 I was gonna enlist as soon as I turned 17. Well that took the signature of both my parents to do. My mom was supportive of me. I can remember she told me " You don't have any kids, you've never been arrested, and your a good youngman. I don't care what you do, as long as your happy." My dad on the other hand was disappointed, and cried when I told him I didn't want to go to college. His signature was harder to get. The condition was I had to go into the Air Wing. He was getting his AMP license, and wanted me to follow his foot steps a litte. So I signed up to be a F-18 mechanic. This is were the recruiter fucked me. He told me I would get the job I wanted. He said he had pulled the job from another distract for me. What I didn't know is that I signed up as a general mechanic. Which meant what over spot that need to be field in a specific field would get filled. So I ended up as a Parachute Rigger. Didn't even know the job existed before they told me that was what I was going to be. Well 5 years later. I just got offically realeased last friday. It feels pretty great right now. Like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. Well the next blog I'll do my Marine Corps career. It's going to be a crazy ass story. That's what I'll do every blogg . Just tell a crazy story of my life.



Latas guys,

ChrisPy