I can be a pack rat at times so I could tell a thousand stories about materials that I may find if I were to go through my closet and storage boxes. I remember going through one of my old storage containers and finding one of my old notebooks that was issued to me in the Navy. I use to poetry in it and use it as a journal while I was in boot camp. I wrote a lot of poetry that I ended up selling to some guys so that they could give it to their girlfriend back home. I actually made a killing off of the poetry that I wrote in that journal. Guys were paying me twenty dollars per poem which I thought was nuts, but I wasn't going to tell them that. My inner most thoughts that were expressed in those books were respected enough by my peers that they actually wanted to pay me to give them to there girlfriends', Wow!! I still can't believe that even after five years. I completely forgot about that notebook, I actually found it trying to find another notebook that I needed for one of my classes. Remembering that notebook reminded of a time during boot camp that wasn't so bad, because it was an intense experience for the most part. The notebook was one of many funny experiences that i recall from that time and when I skimmed through the book again I realized that a lot of the stuff that I dismissed as just being scribble weren't bad poems and it made me wonder what those girlfriends said or did to those boyfriends once they returned home or if any of those guys confessed that they did not write the poems; probably not.
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