Goodbye Kira

The time had come where I had realized that getting a dog was a huge mistake as well. She was a terrorist. I’d come home and the couch pillows would be shredded to shit, cotton everywhere. She also liked to shit in the corners of the dining room. Apparently she had swallowed some cotton on …

Dry Dock, Pearl Harbor Naval Shipyard – Summer 2005

After I had closed the book on the whole Callysta saga, I was ready to find some new sense of normalcy. I was standing in the kitchen, reading some mail, when Gamecock came in from the garage. He had just gotten off a fairly lengthy underway and was still in his poopie-suit, carrying his sea …

The Final Callysta Saga – Summer of 2005

I was on my way to Romy and Pips’ house in Kaneohe when I got a phone call from a number that I didn’t recognize. I answered it curiously and it was none other than Callysta. She was calling me from Guam, out of the blue. I had really written her off. Other than a …