I have a tendency to write about the same shit a few times over, so let's do it again. We happy few, we band of brothers don't get paid much, so we have to budget our money and not spend a bunch of it. We get paid pretty much minimum wage, so money is damn near nonexistent. We have to live our lives on chow hall and cheap food. If done right, you can spend absolutely nothing and save all your money.
On base, we have the chowhall which provides okay food (for free) to us. It gets taken out of our paycheck every month, but it's free in spirit. Breakfast, lunch, or dinner you can go and get food and stuff your faces until you can't walk. It helps if you imagine you're eating actual food, but sometimes it's really good.
If you're like me, you'll stockpile a boatload of ramen noodles and Arnold Palmer. Go to the commissary and buy loads of food for $30 that only lasts a week, so I blow more money on dumb shit. I have a stockpile of hella food so that way I don't have to stomach chowhall like a good money waster.
You've all seen the pictures rolling around about the official sponsors of the Marine Corps: beer, dip, and tobacco. Well it's true; every Marine has a giant pile of the stuff. I have 3 tubs of Stokers waiting to be stuck in my lower lip. Good times.
Broke is a good word to use to describe most people in the military. I contemplate my life's choices as I sip an Arnold Palmer and wait for my food to be delivered. It's a good life and I wouldn't trade it for the world. Semper Fi and skate on couch potatoes.
