One Wedding and Two Funerals

I went to Arlington Cemetery earlier which is pretty famous and plays host to many U.S. veterans from the two main wars, Korea, and also Vietnam. It didn't do it for me really. Nope, looking at hundreds and hundreds of graves; I hardly felt a thing. There are two possible explanations for this. One is that I have been desensitized to that kind of thing over the years. Seeing war and death on television and in films it is easy to take them for granted as it were I feel. The other, and more probable, explanation is that I am dead inside. My heart and my soul are indeed a wasteland now it seems. Oh well. I'll get over it.

On happier news, I saw J.F.K.'s final resting place. It was pretty underwhelming I felt. It was smaller even than the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, which I think is ridiculous because what did he ever do? He didn't become president, nobody can even remember his name. Very peculiar. In a few weeks I get to see where Mr Kennedy...Kennedy got his head caved in from a bullet delivered especially for his cranium from the rifle of Lee Harvey Oswald. I seem therefore to be going back in his history. Maybe after that I'll get to see the place where he banged Marilyn Monroe. And then the place where he bribed the Mafia to help him win the election to become el presidente.

Tomorrow I get to sit in on a bus trip to Nashville. The length of such a journey is just over 15 hours. Good times. Good Charlotte. At that city, I get to kick it with my bro for a bit. This will include desecrating any Valentines Day plans he may have made with his lady wife. Hehe, how funny is that. Not very, actually its thoughtless and cruel. But what are ya gonna do, huh?'

Kind regards.

Adam Marshall