Today concludes the first four-day weekend I have spent in El Paso since August. And it has hit me with more than a little force why exactly it is that I don't stay here on four-days.
Hell Paso is played out, my co-workers are played out, my battalion is played out and the uniform sand-color of everyfuckingthing within 300 miles is played out.
Never again.
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