Today I return.



I return to the Suck, my home. I was born into it. I cannot escape it.
And when I die, I will be born again, to once again live within the Suck. It's all I have. I owe my life to it. And every day I look at the eagle and anchor and I hate it more and more, I hate everything it stands for and everyone who has ever had to salute it, the Seaman Smoke-a-lots and the Chief Schmuckatellis who just love every fucking minute of it. I owe it my gratitude, as well. I owe myself to the Suck.

This is the Suck. I am it and it is me. There is no escaping.

Hooyah.