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Hello. I am a 20 year military veteran with a service connected disability and I don’t work. 
I was born in a very small rural town with one general store that still had a kerosene pump next to a gas pump. Moving closer to the city I had more friends besides my brother, but when we moved to a major metropolitan city for my father’s job and retirement benefits, I fell short of their education expectations and realized what I was missing by being secluded in a rural town. I graduated number 301 of 600 students with new cars and even jaguars coming from a school of a class of 102 that drove older rusted mustangs and trucks.
Work life was fast food, restaurant service, and factory drudgery until friends joined to live a challenge in the Navy. I eventually caved to get a job of challenge and less of a life full of monotony. I eventually saw a life of service as an honor to those gone before to protect me. Now I am proud to keep that memory of 20 years spent honoring them and ensuring my family and friends slept soundly at home.
I now live alone quietly in the country where hustle, bustle, and the noise of strife and war are far away to allow me to relax enough to be the person I always wanted to be and not what the world wants to make me.
Rhyme and creativity comes to me in spurts because of my antidote’s side effects, but when I do I save to write and re-write when I can find the ability to not be so restless. I live to write because it seems to be my only purpose left to me because of the constraints of medication’s side effects. I often want to write on the constraints of side effects on the mentally ill that make them alive emotional and physical couch potatoes rather than the men they dreamed to be as a small child.
What I hope to accomplish here is not to just post as many poems as possible, but to accumulate more responses than poems through friends that I can learn from and improve. This in turn can help make me produce a masterpiece to be the star in a book I may pass on in death’s bed to my son, Nicholas.
Feel free to drop a line whether good or bad; I take it all in unless just dribble from haters. So please challenge me to become better and let me know where you are coming from in each comment – what you like as well as dislike both. I do not mind a negative comment as it makes your positive comments that much more gratifying.
Please keep writing my new friends although I have not met you. 
Until next poem, 
Brian
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