Oh, where to begin? My writing, much like my brain, follows no set rules and just sort of spills out on the page whenever it feels like it. It won't be controlled and any attempt to write within the lines only frustrates me. But, feeling comfortably alone, I will give it a go...
My initial ideas for this endeavor are three small, but true stories that make up a part of my early years. The first is my heroic effort in the US military, where for eight days I labored through boot camp before it was decided that I probably belonged somewhere else. I was locked up at hard labor for almost six months.
This is not a sad story though, because I had an absolute riot of fun and eventually pulled all of my "keepers" over to my side. (They even got over the fact that I wore a borrowed officers uniform to my Captain's Mast and had everyone saluting before they realized it was me.
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I might write about how Ted Bundy (Yes, that Ted Bundy) grabbed me by my long hair and put a knife to my throat when I was camping at St Mary's Glacier. When I woke up, he realized that I was a guy and hilarity did not ensue. It would have made for an interesting trial in Colorado, but Florida had other plans.
Or I might write about walking for thirty days, covering more than two hundred and fifty miles, across the desert with no food, water or shoes as a part of a primitive survival class. I've never suffered that much before or since, but I never thought the same way again.
I will choose one of these to begin with and we'll see how it goes...