
So I've been in Iraq for the last year at least, maybe longer. That's why I haven't posted any cool art recently. I wasn't in the army you see, because I couldn't get accepted. When I applied they did some tests and stuff but I failed them all. I failed the physical by a long shot, they said I was almost legally blind and that they had seen better hearing in an 80 year old man. The mental evaluation didn't go well either. It showed me to be not only a paranoid-schizophrenic with multiple personality disorder but also highly unstable with a extremely powerful, fully automatic weapon. I pointed out that this could be my greatest asset to them but they said that I was a danger to myself and could not be trusted around other soldiers. Assholes.
Then I put on the sweet talk and tried a different angle. I said that I loved George Bush and uncle Sam more than I loved my own mother and the awesome state of Arkansas. But they weren't too impressed by this. I said that I could be the army's sketch artist and I showed them this blog, but they told me that they had no need for an artist of my, caliber. I left the recruiting office feeling sorry for those losers. I was going to Iraq anyway and I didn't even have to sign no stinkin' papers.
I decided to stow away on a United States nuclear submarine leaving NY for the great Atlantic and beyond, to Iraq! It was time for a piece of the action, PETE STICKS STYLE. I was going to see some real shit and I didn't even know it yet...
(to be continued)