My Father and Myself.

[JBKlyde]

Irony, I'll give you something Ironic, my dad was born on august 11th exactly one month after my own birthday. I love my dad. And now that I'm an adult, I have to deal with being the worst army brat ever. I can't believe it never hit me before. I am "The Army Brat". All this God Smack and Poetry is all just an illusion. Although the God Smack is my best attempt to do the right thing. The Poetry is an illusion of the real me. An Army Brat Born to carry the cross of ugliness. So the way I see it now, is that.. I'm truly free from the devils dominion. Yea we might have to stomp out the remnants, but really I haven't done anything wrong except hope that a "dreaming demention" will be my savior. If anyone has any ideas as to how I should turn form this evil coarse of pretend rules I'd really like to know.