07 May 2011
I remember the box drill and post up for a dunk
I am taking a break from drinking. *laughs* Six days of booze can wear me thin. And it caused me to do the one thing I am good at... Disappear. I met a former Georgian Army sniper. I went to his house to eat. I met his family and we talked about America and Georgia. Giorgi didn't know where I was. I scared him. I didn't mean to do such. I thought the guy was a friend. Oops! I could have been bound, gagged and raped.