As I told Random that I would write a story for him, but I got writers’ block. Me, not a very educated white male (sorry, not Jewish), is not good at grammar or spelling. So please bear with me as you read along, if anyone goes to this web page. Life for me seems to get a bit boring at time. Well, I lied. It is boring most of the time. I do the same thing over and over again. I go to work and site on the Internet all day checking my email about 10 times an 8-hour shift, hoping that someone loves me. I then get depressed cause all I get is forwards, and even half of those are from people I hardly even know. The only reason I still know their name is because it is posted in the header of the email. When work hours are finished I have to find a ride home, because I don’t have a car. So I usually have to stay after work for about an hour to get a ride home. After work and when I make it home I get out of my camouflage. Me, still in my brown shirt and in blue jeans sit in front of the TV watching army propaganda while drinking a beer. (Now if that doesn’t mess up your head I don’t know what does!) I don’t have to work tomorrow so I take a nap after I am done with the beer so I can stay awake all night. As soon as I awaken from my slumber of a few hours I try and figure out where the hell I am. I then realized, “oh yeah, I joined the army and I’m stuck in a little rat hole in Germany.” This drives me to drink another beer. By the time I finish with that beer it is about dinnertime. I then scrounge up some microwaveable food. Hot pockets are prime choice in the barracks. Of course any smart person knows hot pockets are known for giving blisters to the mouth from some weird nuclear thing that goes on with the microwave and that I should know better than to eat it right of way. Instead of waiting though I sink my teeth into it and start doing the hot mouth gasp. Kind of like when you put dish soap in your goldfish’s bowl. I then run and get another beer to cool down my smoldering flesh. I then settle down and drink a few more and watch some more army filled television. It’s around 9pm now and I start heading to the good old Irish Pub. I am a regular there. I sit and drink beer with all the other regulars. We all sit and tell stories about our past that probably never happened to us at all. I would stay after closing hours and bullshit with the bartenders and waitresses. It’s about 2am when everyone leaves. I would go to a hip-hop place with a couple of friends. I despise hip hop and rap crap. The only reason we go there is because it is the only place still open to serve alcohol that late. Now it’s about 5am and we all made it back to the barracks I manage to get to my bed some how and fall into a drunken coma not to wake up until the next evening and do the same thing. You take this one day of mine and times it a few hundred times it starts to get boring. Yes I have done the tourist thing. Traveled around Germany and saw the castles and cathedrals, but when you seen a few you’ve seen them all. I have lost interest in anything other than vegetating in front of the computer or TV or going out drinking large amounts of alcohol. I am even starting to get bored of that. Please help, I am starting to go psychotic in the result of nothing to do. I am open to any LEGAL ideas; I am in trouble enough lately for anything bad.