- Bomb Texas for freedom -

I’ve been looking for a solid month and a half no call backs. So we are going to start getting more aggressive, so I spent the day collecting numbers.

Tomorrow we call said numbers. I talked to some members of the old crew, and I realized what I am missing about C3i the most.

The comradrie.

I can tell you lots of stories from that place. Like the times that I had to haul Mark’s drunk ass home, to tutoring Psycho B in troubleshooting techniques, to crawling underneath my cube from shell shock.

I forgot the author who said it, but “they were the best of times, they were the worst of times” I never thought I would say it. But I miss the routine, the stability of something.

Would I trade my future for the return of 3,000 headaches?

Probably not. But I was just thinking about it.