 | This has nothing to do with Japan or Okinawa. I just happen to dig this gorgeous woman. Once I get around to scanning some pics from over there, I'll replace this one. Until then, enjoy!
When I was stationed in Okinawa, I lived in a barracks that we affectionately called The Crack House. It was falling apart and had been previously condemned until they needed the space to house company grade officers. Any given night I could entertain myself by watching the paint peel, the tiles curl or the insects combat the fungi for territorial rights. If you want to read excerpts from a couple letters that I wrote while over there, go take a look at my Crack House Chronicles. |
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