my life fits in 8 boxes

29.25 cubic feet of "me"

I remember coming into the military with nothing but literally the clothes on my back (a set of Tims, sweatpants which I thought was a good idea in San Antonio in September, and a gray T-shirt). I eventually earned a couple of uniforms; one blue and one camouflage. In the years after I would blow a $16,000 bonus on a 1,200 watt, concrete-rattling stereo that lit my Civic up blue and was eventually stolen by Mexicans from Kinko’s while Cody was signing divorce papers. Slightly embarrassing. 16Gs also went to a sweet, poolside BBQ celebration of my apparent wealth along with a thousand beers for my bros and drinks for pretty ladies. I made a lot of friends during this period, wonder why?

Basically after that, I had nothing all over again. I grew up a little after playing “baller” for a couple of months and then decided it was time to start accumulating items that I “needed” in life. TV, sofa, kitchen stuff, bathroom stuff, computer, PS2, cali king double pillow top heavenly bed, and some other things. All through the rest of my career I used these things, but upon leaving to return to civilian life, I stored or sold much of it and was again left with nothing.