Rantings 009 Culture of Blood

Every society has one thing or another it's good at. Perhaps some are known for their food, their hospitality, their sprawling vistas, either way, odds are there is something your town is proud of. Mine, was proud to produce the finest warriors that still walk the Earth, the United States Marine Corps recruit depot, on, Parris Island. Ingrained in me were the ethos's of honor, discipline, and sacrifice. So much so, that I just plain ol' don't know how to be selfish. I don't comprehend chaos, simply order. So much so, that the simple fact that everyone where I currently live, doesn't have the same house, feels completely foreign, kinda weird making the change to total individuality. As is expected, military mindsets don't exactly make the ladies swoon. And the fact I would fall in love with a self proclaimed hippie, to me proves opposites attract. Things, if my future goes the way I want it to, are going to get a tad odd here and there, but I know that love is strong indeed. Take care of the flame while it's small, and when it's big, it will take care of you.

Soon I will be revisiting my home town, not on vacation, but on business, the business of blood. As scared of the horrors that await me as I am, I have the fortune of already being quite familiar with the place, and eagerly await my return to the place of my birth.