Well, I'm back in good ol' California.

Why? Well, it wasn't a matter of my own choosing, mind you. I was dealt a cruel hand by my own wrecked body.

As it were, back in 2003, I was discharged from the United States Marine Corps because of asthma. Any mention of the word "asthma" in the Corps will get you booted out of boot camp, and thus I was sent back home to a life of civilianity and remorse that would last for another three years. This past week, however, I went to Missouri to try my luck with Prime Trucking, and turns out, that little asthma problem still exists. Unfortunately, living out in California has turned that little case of asthma to something a bit more "chronic." Yes, chronic asthma where I am required to have on me at all times, an emergency inhaler. Now, being the stubborn Taurus that I am, I refuse to go by precautions whatsoever and wait until I am fatally ill or wounded to drag my feeble ass into the emergency room, so the nurses at Prime told me to get the fuck out. Also, to even seal the deal, I have high blood pressure. I found this one a bit odd, concerning the fact that I have never had any time of high blood pressure in my life, and therefore tried to rule it out. The readings, however, don't lie, and I was sent back home for reason number two.

Regardless, I am back home, and jobless. Actually, I do have a job I can go back to, but at this point in time, car sales isn't really paying bills. So, I must do what I can to redeem myself and get a job I can "love." Lol...