Well hey there, I have no f**ing idea what to write... I guess I will start off by introducing myself... Name's Paul, I'm a veteran of Iraq and Afghanistan, I'm now an anarchist... I consider myself peaceful person but I will not hesitate to crush skulls to defend myself or those I care about.

I left a lot behind in my travels and I miss many many people, especially my family and friends from home. Honestly, if it wasn't for the "U.S." I would have stayed in Pennsylvania... But nooooo.

I had to leave as my useful life span becomes longer with the more distance I put between myself and the "Empire". Other than that I always love to party, talk to women, and show others a good time.

Many have been telling me I should write my stories down and put them on this SteemIt thing... Mainly because I crash landed here in paradise, broke with the credit card companies up my @$$.

I really do not know were to start, I'm always doing crazy/incredibly stupid things, many of which end with head injuries... Mostly mine.

I have a lot of crazy experiances to share and some interesting wisdom to pass along. Maybe eventually, I will tell all y'all about how I did too many shrooms in another country and had to fight off the mud people. Saved the most of Europe that night ;-)...

Some have told me to to document the insanity of my adventures, traveling from Northeast Pennsylvania to Acapulco Mexico, in my short bus aka the “BattleBus” (Pictured Above). On this trip I met so many bad@$$ people and had a f**kin' awesome time!

Might have gotten shot at a couple times as well.

In reality I really don't have the money to buy spare time to write and document sh*t. I am actually able to take the time to post this because I had a wisdom-tooth ripped out and people keep telling me to take it easy.

I have to keep moving forward on my crazy jungle medicine inspired master plan for world undomination.

A week or so ago, I actually sat down and wrote a whole autobiography... Sort of. It was like a 10 page summary of my life, from the old days at the family farm to the brutality and guilt that plagues me from my time as an Imperial Storm-trooper. But that was just so much crap to read. So I'm just going to wing this like I have been doing with most everything in my life.

I 'm actually a pretty simple, fun-loving guy. Born an raised in the great northern boonies of Pennsyltucky (real rural Pennsylvania), by the wild hill people... Good times. I actually kinda made myself pretty homesick looking for the above pictures for this post. Damn it, forgot where I was going with that...

Anyway, I am a bit of a redneck and I used to love to get super wasted. This had gotten me into a sh!t load of trouble.

I completely quit drinking for the better part of three years due to a story too long for this article... That was one crazy night!

During this time of abstaining from the devils spirits, I trained hard and began learning many new things including Krav Maga.

I built a boxing gym in my apartment building, without really asking. I let friends train for free and partied way too much in that room. I also turned an old Scranton P.D. Bike cop office that was in my building into my gambling/poker room... F' the police!

During my years of sobriety, I went on a spree of hitting on every pretty lady I saw . Don't get me confused, “getting laid” was not my main motivation so don't go getting all triggered 'nd sh!t.

I had to expose myself to the fear that caused me to drink the most and conquer it. Talking to hot chicks ended up being that fear. I forced myself to go to the bar to hit on girls sober, every Friday and Saturday for 3-ish years. I approached random women on the street in broad daylight. I even talked to girls while pumping gas at the gas station. I lost pretty much all my fear of everything by doing this, hence how I am in my current situation. I began to enjoy the thrill of it and just liked to talk to the opposite sex. The feminine energy would get me all pumped. I met a bunch of super-hot-super-boring duds but I have meet many amazing women and have a lot of stories... Stories that mat be to adult-ish to publish on here.

I soon began to hand copies of “Freedom!” when I felt these interactions were bombing, or

if I just thought they needed more freedom in their lives 😉. (pictures are not in order of bombed to not bombed, forgot half the interactions anyway.)

I was able to pull out of many nose dives with "FREEDOM!", thank you Adam Kokesh ( @adamkokesh)!

I have some pretty crazy stories from this chapter of my life as well, some may be publishable.

One of the main things I am hoping to achieve by posting on SteemIt is that I can get a little funding to get my ideas off the ground. Getting the gym and training area for the Battle Hippies set-up... Also need a decent place to workout at myself. Gym choices here are kinda lacking and I am feeling soft.

There are many things I need to get done down here before I am shook loose this mortal coil, so any help would be greatly appreciated.

Upvote and give me the ability to keep doing crazy shit so I can keep telling my stories.

'Til next time, this is Paul signing off.