I have been trying to write about my worldly travels for what seems like forever but I don't really have any pictures because all of travels happened many longs ago. I tried to scour the net for pictures of stuff in Dexheim, Germany but came up empty handed.
I did, however, find this fun photo of a sign in El Paso, Texas, so I will tell you stories about that strange desert/border town:
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El Paso is a strange city. It's large enough to not be a small town yet it has this really condensed feel to it. I was stationed there when I was in the army. I was about 18 years old when I got there. That was in 1997/8ish. Something like that. It was a long time ago.
I consider that town to be the place where I grew up. I found out a lot about myself because I was alone for the better part of it. I was pushed to and fro by many things and found lots of cuddles with my then BF. We were together for about 2 years. He was my first love.
I kind of went a little bananas there because I was in super denial about being gay. Plus, you weren't supposed to be gay and in the army back then because of reasons. You don't think that hiding yourself is such a big issue until you have to do it. It mega sucked.
The army peeps ended up finding out and then I was told to GTFO but whatever. I got out in Jan of '01. I didn't have to report back like a few of my other friends when 9/11 happened.
Anyway, the desert was really weird. One time, i was off roading my Ford Escort way off the roads with my friends and we got stuck in the sand. I used to take the buses all over and I literally ended up at the place where the sidewalk ended. I passed out on rocks once because I was dehydrated and I got to explore old army bunkers with a loaded weapon. I set up a PATRIOT missile system in the freezing rain with my battery and my fingers went numb so I had to use my writsts to set up these cables that came from the generator.
A lot of stuff happened in El Paso. I went and visited the house where the Night Stalker, Richard Ramirez, grew up. I don't know why people believed me when I said I was his cousin. It was a fun prank I liked to tell people. My friend Kenny got a tattoo of that dudes face on his chest and we used to listen to a lot of death metal and everyone thought we were into Satan or w/e.
I ran away from cops once on NYE because me and my buddies were wrecking cars or something weird and we ended up in Mexico. The Border Patrol picked us up and we said were lost army boys and he took us back to the base. That was a weird night.
I played a lot of ouija board, made friends, lost friends, and came back home. I could write a book about my time in El Paso but I won't because I forgot most of it.
That's all. The end.