Winter 2014
From writing, my thumb still hurts. Healthy. Gotta publish tomorrow. What am I to type? Will it be this? This write. It is Friday night. Its not November. It Is not the fourteenth. I was murdered. Intentionally. I by a vehicle pursuing military assault. I will be declined unless I get better. I was 24 – No such thing after they added that crap as me going in still. After some commercial, it looked neat. But, you don’t treat someone like that and expect them to seek it and want it. In the name of training for tasks they will be doing. I was 24. Recruiter won’t address where the no has been coming from. I saw paths. I began to pursue it, for real. They don’t all do the same thing in training from the same training deserving various levels of the crap treatment and say they did the same training NEVER.
By; Rosette Antoinette Zacie
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