Living in a foreign country, it's easy to feel detached from my home country. But just leave it up to all the Armed Forces stationed on Okinawa to bust out them barbeques and meaningless tattoos and footballs and strong come-ons to the local girls out on the beach. It's a crazy type culture out here, you meet some down people both Okinawan and American, and the interactions between all cultures is right interesting.
But I always tell people I meet- and they are always like "Oh, you're from Los Angeles, you must have like 28 bullet holes in your front door and your aunt must carry a gat"- and I'm like, damn, people really do base a lot of what they know about America on television and movies. I guess it's an obvious thing. But I always say, sure there's crazy shit going down all the time, but there are also some of the best people and great moments happening in the U.S.A. even now. Reality is reality, and there are lots of misconceptions of the reality of the U.S.
Anyway, it's good to be able to rep my country and connect back to my blood at the same time. And there's always the new experience. I'm getting a bit used to work and life here, but I don't ever want to forget all the little thangs that make it fun- like aasaa(seaweed, good in soup) getting stuck all up in my naplocks when I go for my morning dip in the ocean. Gotta make sure to wash it out though, aasaa could get mighty stank.
So America, America, America, I miss you, all the good and the bad. The people, the people. Happy Fourth! Then on to Bastille Day! I don't see nothing wrong with the French. Ou revoir, baby. Is that from a Van Damme movie? Naw, he doesn't say baby, that's hasta la vista. Who remembers that Van Damme movie set in Quebec where he says ou revoir, something? Damn, let me know if you know... anyway, laaater dudes. Chyeahh
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