To tweet or not to tweet...fuck it I'll just do it

you know what's good for you. Well, I sure do and always did but it's been an uphill battle straight up hamburger hill. Yeah, and it's a crying shame I can't put that I'm a veteran after all the shit I've been through and I actually survived without killing anyone. That I can remember of but I have punched more than just family. Dude, I've beat drug dealers with a bat and golf club and much more. Yeah, and I threatened to stab and kill a few people who deserved it. Even recently hahaha So yeah, how's that for a brave fucking soldier when I have no body armor, no humvee, no real weapons other than my foul language and intelligence and spirt, and I'm even malnutritioned, sick to my stomach with probably gastroenteritis (I still have the shits) and I'm getting old and my bones are getting brittle. So, how about giving me a job? Anyone? A legal job that doesn't involve weirdness though those dirty jobs don't bug me and an outdoor job would be fun, especially near at least water, if not the ocean. Yeah, I LOVE the ocean. That's probably the only non-living object that guys write poetry to that even women don't think is totally weird. Now why would that be?