The Bruin's Blog – December 2009 Archive (2)

My father wanted me to write the great American novel. I remember him asking me when I was a kid whether I was g** because I wanted to write stories and didn’t care for playing football. I used to blame him for me being fucked up but in the end I found out that it was just his generation that caused him to think that way. He grew up on a farm, nearly got drafted to Vietnam before he jumped into the Navy with both feet. Yeah, I used to blame him for a lot of things.



Finally, when I… Continue

I found this as I was going through some of my scribblings from way back in my Wolf Pack days and thought some of you might enjoy reading it...



The first one to feel the mace looks to be around 30 when he died. There is no real method of discovering this other than what remains of his dirty and rotted clothing which hangs from him more like southern moss from an old tree than any type of garment. Bruin can see the barely discernable pattern of an Eagle on the faded and torn shirt… Continue