in the middle of nowhere, bumfuck Fredericksburg, Virginia for military training. 16 hours worth of plane rides to get here. This middle of nowhere is surrounded by an Olive Garden, a Joe's Crab Shack (where I went yesterday for the first time and the crab cakes taste like printer paper), a TGI Friday's, Fuddruckers, and a few other places. My heart and tummy have been kept happy. I cannot begin to explain to you how unbelievable sick I am of Japanese food.
I'm being careful around here though. I hear that 1/5 people in the D.C./SE U.S. have HIV/AIDS and I'm doing rather fine without it. I made it this far with all the risky behavior I seemingly throw myself into. A fucking lot.
Most people bring souveniers back from the places they travel.
HIV just doesn't seem like something I'd want to drag back with me. I don't think it'd fit in my carry-on.