Awaking today, I was quickly welcomed with the stomach acid after taste one acquires from the alcohol consumption of the night before. I got up from my rack quickly and the price was a head swimming in the clouds. After a minute, I gathered all my senses back and was able to get out of the rack and take a look at my room. Yep, just as I thought.

My stuff was all over the floor on my side like I came home and went straight to bed. I know I had to go clean the sink because that is where I did my little out the mouth number. I just sprayed it down and ran the hot water for about 2 min. I was so hungry and I have to give a shout-out to my roommate, Dominique, for giving me food. He’s a real friend and when he saw me awake, he informed me, “Yea, I got you food because when you woke up, I knew we’d be in TC-1C so you wouldn’t be able to leave the barracks.”

TC-1C is a typhoon condition here in Okinawa. It means that the winds are around 34-49 knots and this is no joke. There is heavy rain and heavy winds expected and outside activity is limited to only essential crap. This is also the typhoon condition all food establishments on base close down, forcing Marines to turn to their little private stashes at home if any. If not, means you have to walk your happy ass around the barracks begging for some food until we get the All Clear.

Although I won’t go into details about last night, I feel the record should be kept right. I am not your typical Okinawa Marine, or any Marine for that instance. I don’t go out, get drunk and try my ass off to get a girl into bed. I’m not loud, I’m not vulgar (sometimes) and I respect people and their belongings. I don’t act stupid pretty much is the bottom line, and Marines know exactly how to do this. As a matter of fact, they have this down to a tee. So back to what I was saying, yea, I didn’t do any shit like that.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to replenish my lost h20 and eat this delicious chicken and fried rice mean. Matane!