Most things in life are absurd, this profile is no different.
All views expressed here are correct. You're welcome to disagree, just know that you are wrong.
Isa 45:22 Look unto me, and be ye saved, all the ends of the earth: for I am God, and there is none else.
Isa 45:23 I have sworn by myself, the word is gone out of my mouth in righteousness, and shall not return, That unto me every knee shall bow, every tongue shall swear.
@thecavedaddy Working construction there is >0% chance of having your butt touched and your moobs groped. Throw in being hot and sweaty all the time, it's basically pole dancing with 1/2 the pay.
@Iraqveteran8888 My wife and I just had a baby and bought a house before 30. It's a lot of hard work and self control, but it's possible. The American dream might be on a higher shelf, but it's still within reach if you're willing to jump for it.
@thecavedaddy Also, it's probably easier for some people to fall asleep to the chirping of the ceiling bird and the dull roar of neighborhood violence. ๐คท
In Nashville I ordered hot chicken.
The woman at the counter was named Brenda. She did not ask if I wanted it spicy.
She asked how much of my afternoon I was willing to lose.
"Mild, medium, hot, XXX, or the one we do not put on the menu?"
A guest does not choose the lightest blade.
"XXX," I said.
Brenda looked at me the way a smith looks at a man who has asked for a sword sharper than his hands.
"You ever had this before?"
"No."
"You sure?"
"I am sure."
She wrote it down. No mercy.
It arrived. Red. Gleaming. Beautiful the way a warning is beautiful.
I took one bite.
For three seconds there was chicken.
Then there was only light.
A child at the next table whispered, "Mama, that man is glowing."
Brenda glanced once. "You good?"
I could not feel my tongue. I nodded anyway. A samurai does not negotiate with poultry.
She set down a glass of milk I had not ordered.
"On the house. Everybody gets one lie. Yours was XXX."
I finished it. The chicken won.
I returned the next day.
Brenda smiled, not unkind.
"Medium?"
"...Medium."
She nodded like a teacher watching a student finally read the room.
In Japan we test a blade by cutting, then leave the student alone with the lesson.
In Nashville they test a man by fireโ
then set the milk down like a hand on his shoulder.
That is not cruelty.
That is belonging.
America does not ask if you can take the heat.
America brings the heat.
Then America brings the milk.
@zacharyebell@RonnieAdkins@TylerAndrews13@SecVetAffairs@SecKennedy Man, I bet your book is going to be titled something so cool, something like "Cool stuff I never imagined I'd be doing one night while I watched two men do unspeakable things to a donkey: A memoir."