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• Saturday, May 10, 2008 11:03 AM

  Boylan?

  He's soused? He probably can't read from blurred gin visions. He hallucinating from a defunct failing liver. He passed out with a Iranian cigar dangling from his stiffened jaw. He probably attending the Chaplain prayer breakfast. He's no saint.

  Boylan and crew put chicken wings in the penitent plate.

  He's probably counting his wad of stolen one-hundred dollar bills.

  I just left Chris Floyd's site about the military snipers. He's accurate.

  Sad. The PTSD gathers in the V.A. have some of the "wildest Trauma cases"...

  I've decided listening in PTSD groups, and entering into a facilitator role is Not my gig.

  The returning Iraq/Afghanistan vet is real PTSD "bonkers"... Their life will probably be short.

  A remembrance :

  When I worked in the government Vet Center Program... A former sniper would shoplift Aqua Velva aftershave lotion. The alcohol content in cool, fresh, blue Aqua Velva gave the devastated "man" (who felt betrayed and a victim. He was a Souther boy reared in great poverty. The Army was a out. The Army gave him mashed potatoes and gravy,plus fried eggs and Florida orange juice. The Army guaranteed three meals per day and a Gaud Conduct Trinket. The military was a way out`ta drudgery) a buzz. He was pathetic. I admit. He made the military a career, and the military help ruin him forever.

  The Vt Center office always smelled so strange after he wandered in to speak to me.... Who uses that and Who uses deodorant? Who wears what? I would rather smell a black and white skunk or sleuth. Maybe Boylan has crammed his ears full of peanut butter, bread, and margarin? Boylan?

  I'm back to being 4-year old-sat.

  I'll visit neighbors and bring back some goat milk. It's more fun.

  —GoodCelery! Read GoodCelery!'s other letters
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