I wake up bright and early ready to get my new life on the road...monday i leave(was) for the marines(shoutout to the baybrook office, fck downtown)....its 4:31.....portillo just pulled up...i grab a twent get in the car and we zoom off....the first thing i show him is my new tats....he likes em, tell me i might have to get a waiver for bubba and i prolly wouldnt leave monday..dont think twice about the whole situation...its taken care of..i trust portillo like he was my older brother who was great at basketball and i just wanted to watch him play...
We switch cars..this is where the story gets tricky...we hop in the new g6..government issue jammin the new trapaholics mixtape wit three 6 mafia( them niggas go fed)....so im jammin....we arrive at the office..tillo gives me the simplest instructions ever and tells me gamez will pick me up..i go upstairs into this big post office slash fedral building....some men in black type stuff.....i go to the third floor....take care of biz....i come down to the second take the right take care of biz go back to the third come back down to the second but this time i was told to take a left...before i made this left i was told by one of the marines downtown workers that i probably eon't be able to ship monday because i have a brand new tat........(i hit them dots hard, real hard.......)and that prentheses
The information i receive when i take this left is the worst info ever....we might not be able to ship u off son....monday i ask...no, ever was the reply i got....apparently my new tat of my grandpas name is 2 inches higher than regulation....wtf, wtf, wtf, wtf, wtf, wtf, wtf......more wtf's...im shocked..i sit in a waitin room watchin summer league ball on NBA TV....when the game is over i'm told to take my medical folder(i used on the second floor to the right) back to the third floor(general meeting spot for the marines)...when i get there they give me my phone back say okay and i can go sit back in the waitin room....
GAMEZ(my recruiter) arrives, short chubby and mexican.....jus how i kno him....he looks at me almost wit tears in his eyes..lemme see the tat, his first words...he tells me to go sit down....now he got fire in his eyes, like he just turned into the hulk so now hes a short chubby green mexican....he returns only minutes later to break me wit the news no one else in that bulding wanted to tell me....i couldnt be a marine.......7/24/09(true story)
Make wise decisions, for the decisions of today, are the turn outs of 2morrow....MELVIN MARTIN, II