i’ve always been an avid swimmer. lifeguard, swim team, surfing, LOVE swimming and being around the water.
i got sent to guantanamo bay as soon as i came into the navy. i was 20. there are 3 things to do in GTMO: work-out, drink, scuba. oh, and throw shit at banana rats and 6 foot iguanas. i was at the beach with some friends and one guy had snorkeling gear. i asked if i could borrow it and went out into the water.
it was fucking beautiful. the water was crystal clear and it was about 15 feet to the floor. i was about 40 feet from shore. i was looking at the fish, the plants, the coral, everything i could take in. suddenly i realized all the fish disappeared. then i saw why.
there was a 10 foot tiger shark cruising about 20 yards away.
i froze. i kept facing the shark and slowly paddled back to shore. it finally came towards me then turned about 10 yards away from me and disappeared.
i continued slowly head back to shore and prayed to sweet Jesus this thing wasn’t going to come out of no where and truck me. i had heard PLENTY of stories from the cubans how tiger sharks would circle the rafts and wait for them to fall apart. one told me how a shark kept running into the boat trying to sink it.
so i was justifiably concerned.
i made it back to the beach unscathed, calmly left the water, took off the snorkeling gear and joined my friends. “dude, you were only gone for 15 minutes.” 15 fucking minutes. it felt like an hour. i explained what happened and my buddy (army guy, don’t remember his name) said, “oh yeah dude, cuba’s loaded with tiger sharks, they can be pretty aggressive too, you’re lucky.” i looked at all of them who were nodding in agreement and i replied, “FUCK ALL OF YOU!!!!”
they just laughed, then told me not to snorkel if it’s murky because the barracudas will snap at you. needless to say, my snorkeling career ended. i was just surprised that i was able to remain as calm as i did. then again, i knew if i panicked it might have drawn more attention from it.
then there was sicily. me and some friends rented a few kayaks and headed out to taormina and hit the beaches. one of my coworkers…..OH, wait.
i was there with my new girlfriend (a local girl) and she brought a few friends. well once we set up out little area the gf and her pals took off their tops, not an unusual thing. not unusual for THEM. they notice 6 american boys staring wide eyed and my gf asked med, “questo non e normal per le americani?” (this isn’t normal for americans?). i shook my head no and the gf fired something back in sicilian and the tops were put back on.
so, my coworker asked me to paddle out to this rock formation about 2 football fields away. we were just over half way there when i notice a large shadow. i looked up thinking a plane was passing over head, but saw only clear blue skies. i looked down and caught the tell-tale sign of a side-to-side slow swoop of a large tale.
“danny, what’s that?”
i froze. we had at least a 12 foot great white swim under our kayak. the water had to be about 30-40 feet deep. i told Rose, “sweetie, i need you to be very calm, and not say anything. but that’s a shark.” her face instantly turned white and i could see her trembling. i slowly paddled the kayak back to shore and rose was nervously slashing. i told her to quit paddling and keep her eye on the shark.
anyone that watched shark shit knows the LAST thing you want to do is splash water when a shark is about. i also wanted to give Rose something to do to keep her from panicking.
once we were in waist deep water Rose jumped out the kayak and ran straight to her bf. she’s from Massachusetts and said in that stupid accent, “there was a fucking shark, it was fucking wicked huge.”
the gf asked what had happened and i told her, “un tiburon.” (spanish for shark, i was still learning italian, but the 2 are very similar). the said, “un grandissimo bianco.” the gf calmly pointed out the area between sicily up to naples is breeding grounds for great whites, but they never bother people.
sometimes, you find yourself in situations where everything tells you you’re fucked. in both cases i was scared as hell. but i KNEW i had to keep cool or things could go VERY badly. sometimes, you’re thrown into a situation and it’s imperative you keep your cool. my coworker never went into water deeper than her waist during her 3 years in sicily. me and my buddy Billy swam from messina to the mainland of italy a few months later. lol.
the next line in the scene is joe telling freddy, “that’s how you do it kid. you knew how to handle that situation. you shit your pants and you dive in and swim.”
sorry, but i had to take a night off.
friday evening i got a text from kerri, “you home yet?”
i told her i was still in new orleans.
“i thought you were gonna be home Saturday.”
i told her i wanted to spend more time with my family. she know’s it’s done. she asked about my finding a place and I tell her i’m good. it was all small talk and a check list that confirmed what i told her when all this started.
i was leaving in april. found a job, start welding school in fall, found a nice house to rent, etc.
i met kerri at my local (a sports bar 5 minutes away). she was there with a friend and she overheard me talking to a waitress about “getting out soon”. she had recently divorced a navy guy- typical story, married at 20, 5-6 years into the marriage he did the beta slide. he left every decision to her in a “whatever you think is best” manner.
and she grew to hate it. i think anyone that’s been around this community has heard the story before; Keoni’s talked about it, as have many other bloggers and readers. i told her exactly how her marriage ended and she looked at me wide-eyed, “YES!!!! EXACTLY!!!!”
i’ve said many times that there’s a fine line between being decisive and being dictatorial. decisive is fine, the latter will have her leaving (unless she seriously damaged). i talked with kerri for about 15-20 minutes, ended up with her number, we met for vietnamese, and a week or later after some flirty texts, things got more physical.
but from the beginning i told her (back in november) that this couldn’t get too serious. she’s in nursing school so that keeps her pretty occupied. i told her out right, “i’m not your boyfriend.” it didn’t stop her from asking how i felt about certain decisions she had to make and i always told her, “do whatever’s best for you.”
i wasn’t trying to be a dick, i just needed to make sure she couldn’t hold me accountable for choices she’d make. i’ve been her before, i know 99% of the tricks.
she’s actually a VERY cool girl. if i were staying things might be different, but i’ve been here many, many, many times before. i get to a new command, end up liking a girl, date a few months, then i get transferred. i’ve NEVER understood the active-duty couple (AD male and AD female) that get married because one of them is transferring and want to ensure they get stationed at the same command. they get married because they don’t want to break up.
it actually happens A LOT.
i would have seriously considered marrying the ex in italy if didn’t get sent to NO. i fell HARD for my case of oneitis, the ex in japan wanted to get married, the girl in spain was great but she was too young and she was going to college, and i dated the ex in NO for 3 months before realizing the distance was an issue.
point being, that’s part of this job, everyone knows they’re going to pick up and move every 2-3 years. i know it’s part of the job, and i’m used to it.
kerri despite being divorced from a navy guy, is here full time. her being in nursing school is perfect since i only get to see her maybe once a month. like i said before, i no problem being alone, i actually like being alone (read: typical INTJ).
when i got in sunday she wanted to come by, but i was seriously beat. my back was killing me, i didn’t even want to write, and it felt weird not having Brody around. i have just over a month left and she mentioned my leaving via text and i replied, “now you have a reason to visit NO.” she flung a minor shit test my way with, “and you have a reason to come back to jacksonville.”
i told her i had no intention on ever coming back to jacksonville. that i didn’t even want orders here in the first place, but this was all they’d offer me before placing me in a crap billet they couldn’t get someone else to fill. the navy is notorious for that.
she’ll be fine, i know she will. she’s a very attractive and feminine woman (most gulf coast girls are), and she might even take a trip down to NO, but the end of the line is coming. remember your mission comes first. there will ALWAYS be another woman, especially if you’ve taken the red-pill. i’ll miss kerri, i will-
but i’m entering a new phase of my life. i’ve spent the last 20 years in the navy, i’m REALLY looking forward to a fresh start. i think it’ll be interesting.
i’m heading back to florida today and i need to keep Brody in La with my mom and dad. now, mom bonded with Brody. she’s the only other person he’s connected to as a puppy. well, about a month ago mom’s dog Cody had to be put down.
now, mom was REALLY broken up after putting Cody down. she’d had him for 12 years. Lucky took to Cody really quickly as a matter of fact. Cody was a little snuggle-lump; a complete lap dog. but he was also an intricate part of mom’s house. i remember Cody first being brought in, i knew him since he was a puppy.
hell, i was the only person he’d actually lick. daaaaaw.
when i came home Brody went ape shit when i pulled onto mom’s street. he literally jumped behind me to get out of the car when i first pulled into the driveway. once i got into the house, he sat at the foot of mom’s chair and never moved.
once mom was home he never left her side. it’s almost as if he knew she was hurting after losing Cody. Cody was the only male dog he’d tolerate, since Brody was a pup when Cody was an adult male and Cody pulled alpha on him. once Brody grew up he always seemed to have a sort of respect for Cody. cody would go out of his way to avoid Brody. lol.
even when he was feeble, Brody NEVER challenged Cody; even mom noticed that. and Brody could wipe the floor with Cody.
respect your elders. lol.
now, in my mom’s house, i rarely see my dog unless no one else is here. mom’s in florida and Brody sits in dad’s office as he works. he’s learning his schedule and he goes where dad goes. same with mom, if mom’s in the house, Brody is right next to her. Brody get’s it- she needs him.
a dog has an amazing way of adding something special to a human’s life. before i had Brody i could be a complete gloomy bastard. now, even if i’m in a bad mood, his goofy ass will shuffle up to me and suddenly i’m smiling and laughing because of his dumb ass.
i’m not a father per-se. but i feel like a parent because of Brody, everything i do i have to ask myself, “how will this effect Brody?”
sadly, i have to leave Brody with mom and dad when i leave today. after i do my pack out i’ll have to stay in a hotel and Brody won’t be able to stay with me. but….MOM needs a dog, a dog has an amazing ability to comfort, charm and bring joy to the human spirit. and right now, mom needs that. as much as i hate leaving without my boy, i know it’s for the best.
a man with a dog is a man coupled with his natural partner. 1000′s of years ago we domesticated dogs and humans became the apex predator.
human vision and cunning. a dog’s superior sense of smell and tracking ability.
if you ever decide to get a dog and you have questions, shoot me an email. or look up “dog” in the search portion of the site.
posted this one before, but DAMMIT it’s a classic.
repost. from here until easter, thursday will be food porn posts for those of us that can’t eat meat.
it’s the lenten season and Danny can’t nosh animal flesh on friday. i have decided i will dedicate thurdays post to food porn with some seafood based recipes for you guys to
steal try out. shrimp scampi is easy to make and delicious. i put my own spin on it by adding cilantro and crushed red pepper. and instead of just butter, i like to melt the butter, then add 1/8 white wine and let it reduce for about 3-4 minutes. so let’s get to it.
my shrimp scampi is so good i’ve had the recipe requested from John Hopkins to research it’s ability to cure HIV and cancer. it could possibly even be better than Dwarven beer brewed from fermented Unicorn tears. yeah, it’s THAT good. once the Lenten season begins, i- being a nice Catholic boy, can’t eat meat on Fridays (my bf’s gonna be PISSED btw. wokka wokka) this is my go-to Friday night Lenten dinner. Oh, and i might also mention this is one of those VERY sexy dishes that women (except the ones allergic to shellfish) can’t resist, and it’s VERY easy to make. i LOVE angel hair pasta, so that’s actually what i use. oh, make sure you give her a glass of Rose’ or a good white wine while she watches you cook. see…you can cook this in about 10-15 minutes. make sure you peel the shrimp while she’s there, it might not seem like a big deal, but her watching you actually peeling the shrimp is primal and sexy. yeah, so what you bought it, but you’re taking a former living thing and reducing it to something she can eat, MAJOR tingle points. i DARE one of you lady readers to deny it. so, take the head and shell off the skrump. what shells you remove, throw in a small ziplock bag. sprinkle the shrimp with the kosher salt (i ONLY use kosher salt….trust me on this) and fresh cracked black pepper and mix (with your hands).
serves about 2.
-1 and 1/2 stick unsalted butter (i use the kerrygold’s garlic herb butter though)
-2 tbsp. olive oil
-1 lb. medium shrimp, peeled, deveined, tails attached (BUY FRESH SHRIMP……please)
-Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper, to taste
-1/4 tsp. crushed red chile flakes (more or less to taste, or omit)
-4 cloves garlic, finely chopped (feel free to use more)
-1/8 cup white wine (a decent dry white)
-juice of half fresh lemon/lime (more or less to taste)
-1 lb. thin spaghetti, angel hair pasta or vermicelli cooked (you DO know to season the pasta water and add 1TB olive oil, RIGHT?)
-1/4 cup roughly chopped parsley (to throw her a curve ball…use fresh cilantro instead….VERY SEXY herb)
Heat 1 stick butter and oil in a skillet over medium-high heat; season shrimp with salt and pepper, and add to skillet. Cook, turning once, until beginning to turn pink (about 3 minutes). Transfer to a plate; set aside. Add chile flakes and garlic to skillet; cook until soft (about 3-4 minutes). Add wine and juice. cook until reduced by a quarter (about 5-7 minutes). Add cooked pasta (after cooking set aside amount you’ll be eating per portion, reserve the rest), reserved shrimp; toss until evenly combined. Transfer to a serving plate; sprinkle with parsley (or cilantro). top with parmesan cheese and salt to taste (i rarely salt dishes until done). Serve, enjoy. Yer welcome.
for those of you looking to up your “foodie cred” i recommend having this in your kitchen (she’ll look through it, trust me). i LOVE this book. it can answer damn near every cooking question you might have. and it’s French for God’s sake. French cooking= culinary bliss. yeah i’m part Cajun and biased….SO WHAT!!!!. any woman watching you cook that sees this book will think a master is at the stove. lol. just another tip from yer uncle Dan. yer welcome. now get to amazon and order this bitch.
for lunch i housed a pound of crawfish and some boiled cajun taters. i’ll post pics of the scampi later this evening after i cook it.
i’ve always really disliked beyonce. well before i knew about the sphere her “empowered woman” songs would make me physically ill. here’s a small sample- and you really only listen for 2 minutes at the most.
and then there’s this hamster laden gem.
so the woman made a career championing “women’s rights” and giving the tired “you go girl” mantra in damn near every song for the last 8-10 years. but as everyone that’s taken the red-pill knows; time is a cruel and evil bitch to women.
i was perusing one of my celeb mocking sites when i came across a video that made me think, “uuuuuuum. what”.
she’s old and now this women that made a career out of telling women how independent and empowered they should be is getting more and more risqué to stay relevant. this video had me laughing at the sheer irony. the last 10-15 years of her career just went out the window as she “shakes dat azz” to cop a check.
sad, but predictable.
i was at work a few weeks ago and i had a patient check in for X-rays. looked like he was in his early 30′s. he was in uniform- E3. now for those of you unaware E1-E3 is VERY low rank. usually the age range of your average E1-3 is 18-23. i joined when i was 20 and i was still considered a “late” boot.
the last time i met a mid 20′s-early 30′s E3 was right after 9/11. there was a large population of america that wanted some “get back” after the WTC bombing. i had a new check in to the clinic in new orleans. he was 26, i asked him what made him join and he said “after 9/11 i just felt like it was something i needed to do.” i looked at him and he sort of winced, “i know.”
no one in their late 20′s early 30′s joins the military unless it’s a final option. and with the current job market it doesn’t surprise me that i’m seeing an influx of older men/women enlisting.
but the thing is the older guys are the worst. a 27 year old guy doesn’t take to well to a 22 year old giving him/her orders. but i guess when your backs against the wall, you gotta do what you gotta do. with that said, i’m glad i’m almost done here.
i asked the kid, “what made you going the navy so late?” he replied that he needed a job. i asked him if he voted in 2012 and said he did. i asked him who he voted for and remained silent. i just laughed, “don’t be mad, you voted for unemployment.”
hope you all had a great ash wednesday. me and mom went to mass and i got my black cross, then i ran some errands and came home for some fish. no meat today and for each friday until easter. i even got to see Deacon Boo who married my mom and Terry. hadn’t seen him in years.
tomorrow i drive back to florida (boo).
i stumbled upon this community almost 3 years ago. i think it’s an important hub for men that realize something is wrong in our society. what i find to be the greatest asset of the sphere is that there are so many different voices. a reader will inevitably find a blogger they connect with- a similar voice if you will.
i really don’t read a lot of blogs. it’s not a personal thing, i post what i can then get back to life.
at some point i realize some readers regard the blogs/bloggers a bit more than they should. my advice-
kill your idols.
take the advice for what it is and apply it if it’s something that you feel will enhance your life. i know where my life is going, and that is an ascent into minimalism. i’m not a PUA. never claimed to be one. but i do fairly well with women. when one crosses my path i’m usually good at getting her attention, possibly even a number. but she’ll never be the end all be all of my existence.
if you decide to go the PUA path, that’s cool. everyone does what’s best for themselves. but personally, i can’t subscribe to something revolves around getting laid. there’s MUCH more to life than that. yesterday REALLY put that point into perspective. lol.
i thought i’d found the dream- bought a nice house, make a decent living, but all of that is really shit. after reading enjoy the decline i REALLY had a new perspective. i realized everything i was told i “needed” was bullshit. all i “need” is a roof over my head, food on my table, and the company of those i hold dear.
i think a lot has gotten lost on modern masculinity. i know, times change, and certain qualities of classic masculinity may be antiquated. but who made that rule? i think men SHOULD know how to hunt, how to exist if stuck in the woods, how to build a house. it’s actually quite fun. i LIKE knowing i can exist without depending on going to a supermarket.
i know guys that spend HOURS in the gym to “look good”, but the fact is most men have never actually even been in a fight (and GOD knows after yesterday i’m not advocating it). i was under the impression that working out was to be healthy and stay strong; NOT to be able to flex in the mirror and say, “gee i look good.”
the men i’ve met in the sphere are some of the best people i know. that’s a fact.
but the simple fact is, they are your average, every day, run of the mill guy next door. you could be living next a sphere heavy hitter and never know it. but these guys are also the first ones to look at you oddly if you were to regard them “sphere legends”. i always wince when guys fail to see me as just some asshole with a blog.
because honestly, who the fuck am i?
read the blogs, but kill your blogging idols. they are no better or worse than you.
oh, to these who attended the MMGMMD, my mom said to tell you she was VERY happy to see all of you. “tell Mitch i’m enjoying my second bottle of champagne”. and she said she felt so happy when Dok went and fetched himself a glass of water without asking- “i just wanted them to feel at home.”
mom loves her kids, especially her sphere kids.