So here I am, in the middle of nowhere, miles from civilization (and McDonald's), surrounded by nothing but tall trees and ravines as far as the eye can see. This place kind of reminds me of what I imagine a rehab center to be like. But to be honest, all this quiet, early rises and an abundance of nature only makes me want a drink even more. I guess I'm just not that country.
I've been in rural Georgia for the last couple of days on a hostile-territory training course, but don't worry, it's not as hostile as it sounds. It's basically a seven-day course that teaches you how to survive when working in a hostile territory, namely Iraq or Afghanistan. I think it's MTV's polite way of telling me I'm going to a war zone real soon. Read More...