Day Seventy-four - Bling (Confessions of a king)

Hot damn, I digressed so much that I forget just where I was before going on that tirade about my past misdemeanours. I had to go back and see where I'd left off - I was about to embark on my return to the air force. Let's catch up, then : I joined the air force in 1995, stayed there for a year and a half, then left in 1996. I've stated before that a string of bad judgement calls on my part was one of the main reasons why my military career was so short lived and not as fruitful as it could have been.I left the air force in august 1996, and by september that year I was already back in school, hoping to first finish my ninth grade, and then hopefully, finish the rest of high school and maybe apply to university. But by the first half of that school year I was already on the outs with school, I was already feeling disillusioned about my return to school. Most of school, I was starting to feel that it was a waste of both my time and my patience, and above all, my money, which by virtue of being on the dole meant that it was very limited, and pretty much half of it I had to use to pay my tuitions fees. I knew that the likelihood of me staying in school was an increasingly smaller prospect, and I had to start thinking about what I wanted to do if I didn't stay in school. So sometime in early 1997, the thought came to me that I could back to the air force. After all, why not? I had been reasonably there, you know, after a while and in a way that I hadn't then fully realized, but now, having grown a bit older, and fancying myself more mature - though I really wasn't - I began putting the plan in motion that would take me back to the service. 

I went back to the same recruitment office I'd visited a few years earlier, and enquired about what was needed for me to get reinstated. The paperwork began that very day, and after a few days, I was asked to do a medical exam to see how fit I was to return. Only problem was that in the interim I'd stopped exercising, and was way too overweight for them to give me the go ahead right then and there. And me, being the oblivious dumb fuck I was, instead of immediately accepting that the fault of my sorry sate lay solely and squarely on me, I had to go on put that blame on the time I'd spent in the air force not exercising and stuffing my face full with fried egg sandwiches. That day, I left that rectuitment office feeling slighted, despondent, and depressed. Part of me thought that that was it, that if they wouldn't take me back as I was and assume responsibility for me - I know, I know... - then I was done with them.

But pride is a motherfucker...