My FIrst Weekend Home...

So this could possibly be the most difficult blog I will ever write but I will get to that difficult hurtle in a minute. Being that it was my first weekend back and I had some time, I decided that I would take the trip to Spokane spend some time with Rocky and enjoy just being together. I decided to take the Greyhound, as I was also supposed to be picking up my car from Rocky to drive back to Ft Lewis. Anyway, the ride to Spokane via Greyhound is just under 8 hours long. Luckily I had some very interesting characters to help make the trip go by a little less boring. This will be the first time I will use anyone’s actual name but as I am very unlikely to ever see most of these people again it shouldn’t be a big deal. The first character I met was "Jessica Pothead" I swear her last name was something close to pot head which was pretty much dead on as it turned out. Jessica was a sixteen year old 4 foot 10 inch electrician, her father is an electrician as well and apparently she got into some trouble in school and now works full time in her fathers company, she had her little electricians licence card thingie and everything. Color me impressed. I met Jessica inside the bus station before I actually got on the bus, she was being bothered by one of the many odd people that were hanging around. I handed her my military ID and told her if anyone bothered her too much she could hang with me and I would do what I could to help her out.. On the first bus Jessica sat next to a very large woman that had been on the bus for close to 36 hours. We didn’t talk to her much, but trust me at 5 foot 4 inches and pushing at least 345 lbs. We smelt her the entire time. Luckily the large woman changed busses when we got to Seattle. As soon as we sat down on the bus we met two more interesting characters. Amanda (a 23 year old spazz, I am pretty sure she was high when I met her and I know for a fact that she continued to pop pills and drink what I think was vodka mixed into her diet coke. Sigh... ) next to Amanda was a guy who I am sure told me his name but I can not for the life of me remember what he said it was. Anyway he was supplying the vodka to Amanda and eventually to Jessica. "The Pusher" was fairly quiet but offered some weed and booze to me. I declined for multiple reasons, first and foremost, ewwwww.
Next to me was a Vietnam War Marine Veteran. His Name was Kyle apparently he was a sniper during the war. That is at least what he told me. I don’t know if I would be able to describe him in a way that would do justice to the person he was but I will do my best, He was wearing a faded button down shirt completely open with out an undershirt, luckily he was a little harry, um ewww! Faddded torn jeans that I’m pretty sure he bought around the time I was teething, and wore them every day since. He too was a big fan of uh... herbal relaxation... Grin... Told me he fought in a war where they issued weed and he believed it should still be legal... Uh News Flash "Kyle" it wasn’t legal it was just easier than telling you what to do. There were a few other characters but not nearly as entertaining as the above. There was a young African-American mother who wore a cute sweater and pair of sweats that were about a size or two too small, her two young daughters were very well behaved, if you consider a two year old and a six year old running up and down the aisles well behaved...There was also a young boy about fourteen or so by the name of John, he asked me alot of questions about the war and some obligatory DID you kill anyone questions, he lied about his age after one stop where I saw him smoking during the 15 minute stop. Said he was totally 18. Sure John... sure. Never mind the large badge around your neck that says minor... LOL. About two hours before the end of the Trip I met a Paige. By this time the bus had pretty much emptied out and there were more seats available. Paige is a pierced, tattooed 19 year old mother of one boisterous young child. She and I actually had a really good conversation. We talked about this college she goes to in Olympia and Iraq and are interpretations of the war and how it is being handled. (She supports the Soldiers but not the war.) She had something like 8 piercings 6 of which were visible, apparently she also had her nipples pierced. Which is a little odd but very cool. Paige I think is the only one I met that I would actually like to continue building a friendship. She seemed very intelligent. Anyway here comes the hard part. When I arrived at the bus station in Spokane there was no ride to speak of, which wasn’t a big deal Rocky had told me earlier that afternoon that she would be at work until 11pm and I had arrived at 945 pm,,, So I waited... met two more interesting people and gave a bum 8 dollars. The two women I met were very out there. The first was a 47 year old, that was headed to Monroe to confront her boyfriend and the woman he was cheating with. And the thirty five year old African America woman was headed back to Tacoma after spending the last three days with her cousin here in Spokane. She Letitia I believe her name was, was very surprised how nicely the people in Spokane were, she also flirted with me relentlessly, which was only mildly disturbing. "Letitia" was very surprised that the people were so nice in Spokane, and told me she asked herself repeatedly if they knew she was Black, I informed her that her skin color was a big tip. Grin, I am such a smart ass.
Long and depressing story I waited for Rocky until 945 Saturday morning she never showed. I couldn’t call her and I have no idea where she actually lives. So Saturday I mainly wandered around down town spokane until about six thirty when I decided to get a room for the night in a nasty dingy little hotel by the name of The Downtowner. The owner was very sweet she looked like a recovering crack addict but she was kind. I saw a few movies one yesterday, and two today, I even paid for one of them today... grin, The end result is I honestly have no Idea what happened to Rocky, I am sure there is a logical explanation, but the truth of the matter is that I am really upset. Which is why the movies. That is how I deal when I’m sad I surround myself with other stories. The part that kills me is after I had gotten on the bus, I called her and she asked me to marry her the next day. I just wish I understood what happened you know? Anyway I took some pretty cool pictures of Spokane, and managed to help the family of a four year old who fell off a ridiculously large Red Rider Wagon Slide. He was fine I believe he just got the wind knocked out of him. Oh and just to top off this oh so happy weekend of depressing events. As I was sitting here writing this blog The girl that I wrote the poem about im’d me (instant mesage). Just to say hi. She is doing well. Which is a good thing and the perfect topper to this weekend... I’ll write again soon....
Your sad Scribe
Not so random Quote..
Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone - but not the complete structure. It is much too pliable, too yielding.
Bette Davis (1908 - 1989)