Spidey senses are tingling all over the place, according to folks whose experience with such matters demand that close attention be paid.
Told y’all about my dreams the past few days. They ain’t changing. Pretty much a ‘get ready, something wicked this way comes…’ kind of ‘itch’ in my brain. Now, for the doubters out there, let me explain something here…
MANY instances where I got a ‘itch’ or a ‘bug up my ass’ as Lil Country would call it, or as Middle would say, “Big done got a hair a’crost his ass agin!” and give me shit about it, but my track record speaks for itself. 2004, went to work 15 minutes early, dodged the mortar shell with my name on it. Showed up a hour early but was still too late to get on Major Duckworth’s Blackhawk, which subsequently got shot down. Rolled down Route Irish on September 11th of 2011 to the airport, and -somehow- didn’t get blowed the fuck up by the 14 I.E.D.s that were planted directly on the stretch of road I had just driven down.
So yeah, I’ve learned to listen real hard to the voice that sez “Hey dood!” and metaphorically pokes me in my soft spot in my nugget labeled “Paranoia”. It’s kept and served me in good staid so far. Even Wifey and Sapper are on Board with my weird predictive/lucky as shit abilities.
Now, reason I’m a bit on the weird side right now? Well, besides the 3 alarm (it ain’t a 5 yet) ringing in my nugget, Last night? Well my original fecesbook was deleted, and about 4 months later, to stay ‘networked’ with ‘my guys and gals’ in from the DotMil, I created a new one. I hardly ever poast on it, mostly so’s I have PM comms to them to exchange info and email addys. And besides that I have the speed dial set up with some folks who’re on the ‘list of fuckers I want/need on my side in a Mad Max scenario’. Seems I’m not the only one with these ‘feelings’/’hunches’
No shit, 3 people yesterday…The Colonel, one of my Rakkasan Bros from 2nd Platoon, and then ANOTHER Rakk from MY platoon, all reaching out, one by phone PM, the other from FB IM. ALL asking how I’m holding up, what my ‘feeling’ was about shit right now, and yeah they know about my abilities as well…my hunches were well known back in the day…and 3 separate messages essentially saying “Hey, IF shit gets real, you’re welcome to bug out here! Bring ammo and all your shit!”
Then today, I get a call from Ranger Jay who’s been off the radar for a few months (his ole lady ain’t a fan of me and Wifey) and then, a chick I used to date back at Campbell from back in the day who I’ve kept in close contact with…female medic. Was always ‘part of the doomer crew’ as we jokingly called ourselves back then…now it’s not so funny.
What say you?
Hope I’m way the fuck off base
But prior history has shown otherwise
Yet another of those situations where I certainly hope he’s wrong, but fear he ain’t. And, as the old saying goes, “hope” ain’t a plan.