The crowd roars around me; they are loud and filled with drunken laughter. Their clamor even dares to rival the music that blasts around us, with more than enough to bass to literally cause the ground to shake. I'm invisible to them, tough, as I sit here enjoying the night sky. Every once in a while I feel a little bit lonely, but sitting here alone right now is not one those times. This solitude, like viewing the night sky from this (or any) land, is welcomed.
"They" say a picture is worth a thousand words. Please enjoy my 5,000 word essay on my recent weeks past below.
|fellow sailor and I cruising|
|there's a falcon on my arm|
|us not pointing our weapons at other country's tanks|
|this probably shouldn't have made it in the album but it's the world largest mall and honestly the part horse part fish i thought was pretty cool|