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Why Joining The Military Is For Losers, Suckers, Dropouts and Delinquents
And I’d be proud if my kids swore in today
I know because I was one.
There were no silver spoons or rich uncles. There wasn’t a special fund put aside for me to attend college without worries. I wasn’t a stellar athlete and barely squeaked by on my SAT’s so no phat scholarships for this homie.
It was me and whatever drive I had inside as a 17-year-old high school grad.
I have to say, though, that I had, and have, parents who love me and work super hard. They always have. They were great parents, and today they are stellar grandparents.
In other words, I had no reason to be a teenage failure.
I did attend college, though. Sure as shit did. I applied and was accepted into a little catholic University in Dallas, Texas, and proceeded to excel in a few select subjects.
Beer…
Partying…
Mrs. Pac-Man…
And beer (again)…
After my freshman year debacle, I moved back home. I was young as a college kid, so when I went home, I was barely 18. Enrolled in the local uni. Free room (my room growing up) and…
