Daaaaaaaang.
So, thanks to everyone who came to the party, including all the random out-of-seemingly-nowhere type appearances. And thank you for the faithful and few strong who remained to the wee hours to represent what I would declare my last semi-official Brotherhood council. It was great.
First order of business. Keeping it real.
Last order of business. Keeping it real funny.

So anyway...after I leave for basic I plan on writing semi-often to people back home. I hope that if I write to anyone here that posts, (and I am sort of hoping to elect Mikey), that said person would reprint my letters/portions of letters in blog format so the eager masses will know what's going on with their good pal Nate. Cause I know there are men and women that are concerned for my future, and I appreciate that wholeheartedly. Especially the women. Cause as we all know, behind every good man is a good woman. And beneath the exterior of a special forces recruit is...a cold and blackened heart.

Anyway, it looks like maybe I won't be alone? John's probability of going into the Army seems high. And he is smarter than most of the entrants. So I would say since he has his pick of careers, everyone be supportive of him. I mean...look at it this way...John could still be selling insurance to pay for an expensive truck, and I could have ended up selling cars to pay for an expensive girlfriend. Or any combination of those things, since he and I both like trucks and girls.
Point being...there are things a lot closer to suicide than walking onto a battlefield.

I'm wrecklessly senseless. Goodnight.