Should I Change Names?

I just spent the last two and a half hours outside reading chapters 28 and 29 of The Walking Dead: Decent. Then when I realized I was going to begin reading the 6th book, hoping to get the 7th on my birthday; I figured I might as well post a posting that I never post.

I’ve been legally allowed to go to a store and purchase up to one ounce of marijuana, and posses up to eight ounces in my residence for about 3 weeks now. Have I? No. Because really, finding a fob is more important. And I’m an adult, I can choose one over the other. Apparently companies that choose to can still drug test for THC. Which doesn’t really make seance to me.

I understand that you don’t want someone to be drunk at work, but they can not legally fire you for being shit faced off hours. That being said, if I want to smoke pot when I get home and don’t work for the next 2+ hours, I should be able to.

And senate bill 301 in Oregon, which I just literally found out about might make that a possibility.

But that is not the post of this post.

The 402 (Lincoln, Nebraska) that became a 253 (Puyallup, Washington) when I was 14 years old and turned back into a 402 area code when I was 29 years old has just developed into a 503…apparently Portland has two area codes either a 503 or a 719. Should I change the name to my blog?

I’m only 150 miles south of my friends and family and I’m okay with that. It’s no longer 1,625 miles and a two hour difference. If I want to call my friend at 7pm, it’s fucking 7pm. I no longer have to be like, “Well it’s 11 here, so it’s 9 there.”

For the most part I love being back in the Pacific Northwest. There are things I can complain about, but all in all they are small things that can be fixed.

I no longer have to worry about 2 inches of rain in one hour or tornado’s. No, we got volcanoes and earthquakes. And an earthquake, unless you’re around a bunch of tall buildings without current engineering standards you’re fine, it’s not like the ground is going to split and you’re going to fall into it.

And volcanoes, If one goes off in my lifetime, well I guess I’m fucked; but I don’t see that happening.

Tornado’s, now you can live in Lincoln and be like, “Oh we’re fine,” But when you have a unfurnished basement of dead cockroaches and no cable TV that shit fucking sucks. Especially when you’re in a wheelchair and can’t easily get down, or up, a large set of stairs.

And I made this post with nothing to say, so…I bid you adieu…I’m going to go play Fallout 4.

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Wasting Time

You ever hear someone ask you, “Why do you listen to talk radio, that is so boring.” Well, no, no it’s not; you just haven’t discovered it.

When I was a kid, my dad was the typical older guy who listened to classic rock. At the point in my life I listened to rap, and only rap; everything else was dumb. As I got older my musical tastes have spread to places that I wasn’t looking at before. Now a day at the age of 33 I like…see, everyone classifies shit as whatever the fuck they want it to be. To put it very simple I opened myself up to rock: classic rock, metal, heavy metal, alternative, blah blah blah.

I can list the bands but then you’d be stuck with a pointless post full of band names.

I still listen to rap, it is still my favorite; but I have so much more now.

As my dad got older I came to find out that all he did was listen to some kind of talk radio, talking about something. And as I get older I’m starting to understand the mental stimulation that comes with that.

I mean I still listen to music, I love music; but here in a few days I’m going to spend 3 days in a car. On day one I’ll be driving from Lincoln, Nebraska to Laramie, Wyoming; a total of 492 miles (or 792 kilometers). On day two I’ll be driving from Laramie, Wyoming to Boise, Idaho; a total of 690 miles (or 1,111 kilometers). On day three I’ll be driving from Boise, Idaho to Portland, Oregon; a total of 430 miles (or 692 kilometers).

That comes to a grand total of 1,612 miles/2,595 kilometers.

That song? Oh I’ve heard that song before, hundreds of times. Podcasts and/or talk radio make it much easier to sit on the road for hours at a time. Time flies by a lot faster when you’re using the excuse of driving as an excuse to hear what they’re going to say next.

Regardless of what cell phone companies claim, when you leave a city in the Midwest you also loose any 3G connection, and based upon that I bought SiriusXM radio just for this trip, which I’ll have to cancel here in about 30 days or so.

If I have the internet, I don’t really care about Shade45, Octane, The Bridge, or Faction Talk; but it’s going to come in handy over those 3 days of car travel.

And on that note, I think talk radio also calms people down. I’m one of the only people I know who can be comfortable sitting on South 167 from Auburn, Washington to Puyallup, Washington and spending the next one and a half to two hours traveling 25 miles.

The Men’s Room, KISW, look it up.

I Know What You’re Thinking

Monowi-Nebraska-One-Person-2I took the words right out of his mouth, and it was pretty comical indeed.

I’d like to think of myself as someone who has a good sense of humor, and like I mentioned a few times before; growing up with a physical disability and learning how to make fun of myself only helped me to spread the laughter among my friends.

Growing up with a disability I’ve learned throughout years upon years followed by a decade that if you’re able to tell people that you have a second penis, or whatever it might be; you remove the power from them. And hey, if you do have a second penis girls, or even guys, might be more curious to look at and/or play with.

But this story is not about a penis, just an odd example I guess you could say.

Anyhow, being able to be proud of who you are; for something that someone else might find odd, is a powerful tool. It removes their power.

There is some other things that contribute to that, but this is not what I’m going to talk about.

Point is, I can make people smile, and to me that is one of the greatest feelings in the world, other than sex.

I have a friend, he lives in Washington State…again. I wrote about him a few times. Hell, if you care to dive into my blog you can learn a lot about him and/or the getting made fun of crap that happened to me when I was a youngster.

After some unfortunate events took place, my best friend Eric moved back to Washington State from Colorado. I knew this kid for a long time, like back in the year of nineteen hundred and ninety-eight.

I moved to Washington State in 1998, and to this day we still talk. He, along with some of my other friends, miss me and wish I never moved to Nebraska. He and the rest of them are now two hours behind me.

A few days ago I was sitting in front of my computer figuring out my whole music situation. My phone was sitting on the desk in front of me, underneath my TV and right in front of my keyboard.

My phone makes the ‘woopsie’ noise. You ever play Mortal Kombat? The one on Super Nintendo? You know that dude that pops up on certain occasions and says, “Woopsie?”

That is the notification sound on my phone.

I get a text message from him that says, “Nebraska is playing Wisconsin.” To which I replied by saying, “Yea.”

I then go onto say, “Based on what I hear a lot of people say that Nebraska is doomed because of their new coach.” He comes back with a, “Don’t listen to them, find out for yourself.”

I was quick to respond with, “I don’t got TV dawg.” To which he said, “Ah, there is always the internet, or you know, you could just go there.”

I had a displeased look on my face as I’m typing in my phone, “Downtown Lincoln”. “On game day.” “Fuck that noise.”

I could then hear what he was thinking, and before he had a chance to say it I turned it around on him.

The State of Nebraska is pretty small in population compared to its size. I’m not going to like actually look up these numbers, so feel free to correct me. Please correct me, I need a comment on my post.

Lincoln and Omaha are the two largest cities in this state, I think Omaha has close to 402,000 people while Lincoln has close to 250,000. The entire state of Nebraska is somewhere around 1.8 million. Without looking it up or doing any math I think that goes to say that about 35 to 40% of the states population lives in those two cities.

And on game day Memorial Stadium at the University of Nebraska becomes the third most populated area in the state. I remember hearing that it was a population of 92,000.

One of the most common things I get from my friends is the classic line of, “No one lives there.”

Coming from Western Washington where the cities are jam-packed next to one another and the entire states population is somewhere around nine million. I can understand how they would think that, and to be honest it is true.

Tacoma is next to Lakewood which is next to University Place, on the other side of Tacoma you run into Parkland which continues right into Spanaway. You could also go the other way and run into Puyallup that connets into Sumner, and that takes you into Auburn. From Auburn you can find a whole new string of cities that lead right into Seattle. Beyond that there is a whold new string of cities that lead into Everett.

So while Tacoma might technically be smaller than Lincoln, in size and population, you go outside of Lincoln and you are in the middle of nowhere. While in Tacoma you go from a city with 206,000 people that is running into another city of 38,000 people that runs into another city of 150,000 people, and you can keep doing this until you get to a city that is three times the size of Lincoln.

And most of the people that are in Seattle don’t even live there, they just work there.

So I was thinking, “Man, I used to work in Seattle, and it would take me three and a half hours to drive 56 miles south. And I’m complaining about how busy Lincoln is?”

Every now and again I would go to Seattle Hempfest, which is beyond busy. You’re talking about the entire population of Lincoln shoved into a park. And Seahawks games, how does that compare to the Huskers?

But in no way do I take that stereotype to the extreme and say “Oh what, you live in a town with two people.”

I said what he was thinking, because frankly I was thinking it too.

“Man, I’m not doing that, five people is entirelly too much for me, I don’t need that type of headache”

Songs…..Man

High Society

Why didn’t the lifeguard save the drowning hippy?

Because he was too far out man.

I recently upgraded my computer to Windows 10, and at first it was really buggy and shit was not working. I eventually used a 1TB external HD to back up my important files before I “reset” the computer.

In the long run of trying to figure out everything I lost about 11,000 songs. My worst fear. Not really, but music was something I didn’t want to lose. Lucky for me a friend of mine in Washington has a copy of my music library, it’s going to be a long process but I don’t think that the music is lost forever.

Songs man…Songs and shit bro…Like yea man.

You ever hear a song and you were like, “Oh man, I remember this fucking song, this song is the shit,” and your friend is giving you a weird look thinking to themselves, “No, no man, this song is not the shit, its a pile of shit.”

I’m going through my music library figuring out what I have left…blah blah blah.

I just happen to play ‘Kottonmouth Kings – We the People’ and all these memories came rushing back to me. I remembered them like I was there.

I listened to this song all the time back in 2004ish.

I was living in Washington, in a suburb of Tacoma that many can refer to as the ghetto. I lived with my ex, my kid was about 1 year old; I would take him to daycare and pick him up after college, I was going to school for mechanical engineering, my friend Jody, who was a guy, from high school just happened to be going to the same college, we hung out all the time.

A song can be awesome to me and can be crap to you, and vise versa. The memories that are connected to a song are what make them important.

And you can’t see in my head, so I don’t expect you to understand. All you hear is the song.

The funny thing about that is, I had to force myself to listen to many songs and replace the memory with another memory because a lot of those song reminded me of my kids mom.

And just like my dad told me, “Time, time cures it”. Even those songs that do remind me of Heather do not make me sad anymore. I just think about her like I do any other person that I had contact with.

I’ve Been Told

countymap_largeAs some of you might now I lived in Washington State for 15 years, from 1998-2013. There are many reasons why I’m sad that I left the state, one of them being that I helped to legalize the recreational use of marijuana and before the state was legally allowed to sell the product I had to leave to the middle of fucking nowhere.

Okay, so…this is a last minute post that I’m making as I’m listening to the new Dr. Dre album while I’m drinking beer after I ate. I have no idea how this is going to layout, but I do have an idea; so it might be random as hell.

So, speaking of pot lets bring up the difference between western and eastern Washington. Without getting too much into it, Western Washington is where the port is, therefore that is where the most of the states activity happens. The majority of the states population lives on the western side, most of them being from very different races, religions, and lifestyles. All the cities, or a lot of them and right next to one another. You can go 50 miles north on I-5 and feel like you never left a city, when in fact you went thought several cities.

You ever hear that stat that says those who live in a greater population, that population being populated my several different types of people, are generally democratic. That being said the majority of the state is democratic.

Then you drive east and go over the cascade mountain range and enter a different environment. You raise elevation by about 2,000 feet (or 609 meters for those of you that need the different unit). The weather is totally different. See I can fucking go on forever, but I’m not trying to bore you with facts and shit. The cities on eastern Washington are generally smaller and are actually separated by land that has nothing for a good 10 miles or more.

You know what man, I didn’t spend that much time on the eastern side, so if you’re from that side of the state feel free to correct me.

Anyways, being smaller that side of the state is primarily republican.

Now that I said more than I wanted to, there are two cities on both sides of the state, Seattle and Spokane. When marijuana was legalized that state was not allowed to sale the product for X amount of time after because of what the law said. Actually now that I think about it, it was my 29th birthday, late November; we voted to pass that law, but it did not go into effect until the beginning of 2014.

The whole point of me telling you this is to say that the judge is Seattle was releasing people from jail or not arresting anyone else for the simple possession of marijuana; that is if the person was not caught with the intent to distribute and they were carrying or had less than an ounce.

While on the other side of the state the judge in Spokane was still arresting people and clogging up the prison system for something that in all reality didn’t do any harm to anyone.

Blah blah blah…

I love Washington, those were the best 15 years of my life. I stopped getting made fun of, I became more popular that I have even been, some of my best friends; no…no, all of my best friends live there, and I met my future wife there.

I started writing this post, or got the idea of it because I saw a picture of one of my followers, was not really paying attention until I saw the Seattle Spaceneedle in the background. I felt an instant connection to this girl, who was pretty cute to be honest, but I don’t know her. Why do I feel as if you as so much cooler because you’re from Washington State? An asshole can be from Washington State too.

Home is where the heart is. My heart is in Washington State, the Pacific Northwest in general. The two five thizzle to be exact. I was born in Nebraska, and moved back when I was almost 30 years old, I don’t call this my home anymore.

Growing up in Nebraska I was made fun of by 30 people, 30 fucking people, every single day. As a kid I’d fake being sick not to stay home, but so I didn’t have to worry about…assholes who thought being handicapped was funny.

Part of it was the fact that I moved to a new place, a place where no one knew me; but I still thank Jenny Jones. I wrote about this before, if your curious you might not have to search too hard to find it.

One of the reasons why I like high school so much, part of me misses it. All of my friends say, “Oh I hated school,” I get it, but would you rather be waking up earlier than you used to just to go to work and make money that you don’t get to keep anyways? And unless you a really bad kid you couldn’t fired from school.

By the time I got to my senior year in high school I was pretty damn popular, and for a handicapped kid that grew up with bullies that was pretty fucking important.

I have plenty of other things to talk about, but I won’t; not in this post at least.

As pathetic as it might sound, as popular as I was girlfriends did not come by very often. There was a time in my life that was very lonely. I had friends and all, but after leaving for work at five in the morning and not coming home from school until ten at night. I had very little of a social life, and my best friend just moved to Colorado (which was a mistake on his part). When I got home all I did was get online and attempt to talk with a girl.

I was so lonely, depressed, and sexually frustrated that more often than not those few conversations that I got into didn’t end well. At one point I started talking to this girl, just like all the others it did not end well, she just up and stopped talking to me, this was after we went as far as to exchange numbers. I would still send her a text here and there but never got any type of response.

I’ve learned that the more I tried to talk to her, the further away she would go. At some point I gave up, why am I going to waste my time to just make myself cry?

Fast forward to the very beginning of 2011, and I mean as soon as the ball dropped on New Years Eve of 2010; she sent me a text message out of the blue, I was not expecting her to, but I was happy that she did.

She turned out to be a really cool girl who loves me for me, she knows and knew that I was disabled, we shared many similar values, we rarely fight and even when we do she is the one who remains calm. It was like I found the one I never thought I would. Everything that I want in a partner is her.

As I’m typing this, four years later, she is sitting in the family room eating pizza, she just got home from work.

Then I was told I love Washington too much. I have a Seattle Supersonics hat, a Seattle Seahawks jersey, an empty bottle of Men’s Room Original Red as well as an empty bottle of Men’s Room Black, my computer and home has a wallpaper of Thun field in the foreground of Mt. Rainier, my three monitors and work feature Point Defiance, The
Narrow Bridges going over the Puget Sound, and another one looking at a building the faces the water in Tacoma as the sun sets.

I have a t-shirt that says Tacoma, Washington on it, the background of my phone is Mt. Rainier, I was lucky enough to get a member of KISW to send me four Men’s Room drink coasters – one of which is at work – as well as a rubber bracelet for The Migs Cast, a 2015 Washington State calendar hanging in my office at work, both of my old Washington license plates – one in my mancave at home and one in my office at work.

And on a regular basis I still listen to KISW The Rock of Seattle. Which is kinda cool now that the BJ and Migs in the Morning does not start until 8 in the morning CST but on the other hand The Men’s Room does not start until 4 in the afternoon. I used to listen to it everyday at two o’clock, but now I got to wait two more hours.

Anyways I’ve been told I love Washington too much, if you keep telling people Washington is awesome and drop the word Washington into a story you’ll just seem like a douchebag from the Northwest.

I’m sorry to all you Nebraskans that I annoy, but Washington hold a special place in my heart. I understand that you’re coming from an outside perspective and don’t understand, but I love shit like no humidity in the summer, barely any snow in the winter, good friends, evergreen trees, mountains, a green lawn 365 days a year, and the rain is not that bad; people in Nebraska think I’m strange that I get happy when it rains and can go sit in the rain during my break like nothing is the matter.

I love Washington man, and if you’re from Washington I automatically assume we have a connection.

Talking Out Loud…Again

FB_IMG_1433825255301I just don’t know man, I don’t know what to talk about, but I feel like writing something is something to do to keep me busy.

Part of me doesn’t even feel like typing, because…I don’t know, nothing I got to say is too interesting.

I thought about a short story, but of what? If it actually happened to me then it might be more interesting from an outside perspective, but I don’t even know what that is. Part of me talks to myself because my best ideas happen on tangents of other ideas and/or thoughts.

My family…my extended family, the vast majority of them; and that’s a lot of people, my dad has two brothers and five sisters, some of those kids are older than me, those kids have kids, and some of those kids even have kids. And let’s not forget that I have a kid too, he is in another state, and…he will most likely go onto blend into a new family while at some point having his own kids.

Shannon grew up as a single child with a dad, a uncle, an aunt, a mom who is no longer with her dad, and one grandparent on each side. Her family is really small compared to mine.

Soon after I got back to Nebraska my parents invited a lot of the family down to Lincoln to…do family things and stuff. I remember looking at Shannon and saying, “Don’t be surprised if 50 people show up.” To which she responded, “there is no way your family is that big!”

“Even if fifty of them show up, that’s not even half of them.” A few hours passed and we were in my house with a good amount of family there, most of them being on my dads side.

A few years later the job my dad moved back to Nebraska for was not working out, and they did not hire me like promised, so my dad said, “Fuck it,” and took my mom with him back to Washington State were he took his old job. They liked him there, he is one damn smart engineer, so he got his job back easier than a liberal and a conservative arguing over same sex marriages.

So, my uncle, my dad’s second oldest brother, owns a farm in the middle of nowhere…like that’s hard to find in Nebraska. Every year, I think this is the 20th year of doing it, they have a huge get together for the fourth of July.

Which must mean they started when I was eleven years old, three years before I moved to Washington State. As a kid, it was fun, I was a kid, I didn’t know anything about politics and the differences between the areas of the country. I knew there were 49 other states, but I didn’t really know. Being in my little bubble of childhood I assumed Nebraska was the best place to live, now that I’m back in this state, at a much older age, I understand how much this state sucks. And we are not the only ones either.

I technically grew up in Washington, those years when kids develop who they are. by the time I was a senior in high school I had more friends than I’ve had in any of my previous years spent in Nebraska. I started to develop who I was as a person and shifted into a democrat. I’m also a minority, it kind of feels weird to say that, but we as disabled people are a minority, we might not be referred to as one, but we are.

I grew up as a religious kid, around my late teen years I became an Agnostic, years later I stopped lying to myself-thinking one thing, but going back on it later-and became an Atheist who believes that we are a random act of science that evolved over the past four and a half billion years.

I don’t fit well in Nebraska, I do not call this my home anymore. And my girlfriend has very similar beliefs as me. We do not fit well in “conservative country.” That’s why our ultimate goal is to move back to Oregon, where she was born.

When I got back to Nebraska from my sister’s wedding in Idaho I was told that I had a job, “Call us when you get back into the state.” I did, ended up talking to this guy who was not the guy I needed to be talking to, he asked, “What is your phone number, I will have Eric call you back as soon as possible, he is out of the office today.”

In Nebraska most people, the majority of them, only give seven numbers because the area code is so big and the towns are so small that more often that not, Joe Blow lives in the same area code as John Smith.

Being in Washington, with all the cities jam packed next to one other like that of a suitcase that is overfilled you get used to spitting out ten digits, people expect it, they will be really fucking confused if you only give them seven numbers.

“Area code 253…blah blah blah,” After a short pause he goes onto say, “Okay, I’ll make sure he calls you tomorrow,” he goes onto continue with, “What part of Washington are you from?”

I was not expecting him to know where the area code 253 was, but he did, so I happily said, “Tacoma.” In my mind I figured he just knew it because he Googled it or something, I wasn’t going to say that I was from Puyallup, so I went with the city that was most known near-by.

On a side note, everyone at work says I’m from Seattle, and no matter how many times I try to explain it, it’s always Seattle, I just accept it now.

“Really? Because I graduated from Puyallup High School in 96,” the only thing I could think to do was say, “No shit! I’m from Puyallup too, graduated from such and such high school in 2002.”  From that point on we had a short conversation about were he lived, where I lived, I missed Jack in the Box, he missed Taco Time, so on and so forth.

It was weird to work with someone in Nebraska who lived in downtown Puyallup while I lived one the other side of town. We would often have conversations while at work, where I would say, “Yea man, you know that Jack in the Box that is on 160th and Meridian?” While that sounds totally foreign to everyone else he’d just be like, “Yea man, I used to go there all the time.”

One day he popped into my office and I said, “You know what I hate most about this state?” Which was most likely not the best conversation to be having at work, in Nebraska nonetheless.

To which he took a wild, but correct guess, “Too many republicans.”

I don’t know if I want to go to the get together this year, some of my family is cool and while they are republicans, and don’t necessarily agree with you, they don’t shove it in your face either. But I do have those that believe every word of the Bible and are so hard nosed republicans, the type that believe with every ounce of their heart that politics and religion belong in the same ball park, the ones that will not shut up until until you believe what they do.

I’m uncomfortable going there knowing that over half of my family knows that I do not believe in God, and totally support any man that wants to marry another man, or any women that wants to marry another women.

Ed, he is the worst too. He’ll sit there and tell me that it is an abomination to have homosexual relations, and then when I rebuttal with, “God also told you not to wear clothes made out of more than one kind of fabric, or even plant two different kind of seeds in the same garden,” I get the classic, “We all sin, that’s why we ask for forgiveness”.

While I can sit there and argue with him until my head blows off, Shannon just wants to avoid any conversation about politics or religion. I think if we go we will end up dipping out early.

I would not be surprised if I hear something along the lines of, “This country ain’t free anymore, them gays can marry,” from one of my family members. I wound’t even be surprised if they didn’t play the Star Spangled Banner because of it.

I don’t know man, once again we are back to me not knowing, I don’t know if we should go. I feel like the black sheep of the family.

I can’t wait until I move.

The Best Feeling Ever

tumblr_miupfpm2Fv1qlo7ico1_500Man, I should totally save this picture for my next post, whenever that is. I was not stoned in this story, but it did make my dad laugh, and that right there is the best feeling in the world, or one of them at least.

I lived in Nebraska at the time and my sister was going to get married. To a guy that I ironically knew in social circles before I knew that the two of them knew one another. I remember my sister in school telling me when she first smoked pot, at the time I was a goody two shoes and thought smoking pot was equivalent to killing a child.

Years later she became a “Bible thumper,” and I became the rebel. I remember her telling me, “Don’t hang out with Lance, he is a bad influence.” Then later on it life when she starts dating Tyler I come to find out that Tyler works at Red Robin with Lance, at therefore many of my friends “who were bad influences” became friends of my sister.

Anyways, she was going to get married to Tyler in Idaho. My sister and him lived in Spokane. If you know anything about that area Idaho is just a jump, hop, and a skip away from Spokane.

Because of this my girlfriend, at the time, and I took a flight from Omaha to Spokane just to be picked up by a taxi that took us into Idaho.

That night we showed up at the huge four story cabin, that looks like it would be featured in a magazine. The cabin was huge, it was on the lake. The entire wall facing the lake was nothing but windows; there was some walls and means of support, but the mass majority of it was covered in windows that looked out at Lake Coeur D’alene.

If you walked outside onto the third story balcony you could then look down 30 feet into the back yard that was connected to the first floor. There was a dock on the lake too, a private dock. If you looked straight you would see a body of water that was surrounded by rolling hills as far as the eye could see.

These rolling hills, other than houses, were littered with evergreen tress. In Nebraska we don’t have evergreen tress, and if we do they are far apart from one another. Not jam packed next together like I’m used to seeing in Washington State, or the Pacific Northwest in general.

It was at that point I realized that I took the beauty of Washington and Oregon for granted.

There were a lot of people in this house, my dad and Tyler’s dad were sitting outside on the balcony, drinking beer, or Pepsi, and just talking about life in general. I go outside to hang out with them while my girlfriend stayed inside to talk to all the women. Of course I had to wear my Russell Wilson jersey back to Washington that day.

It was 11:00 pm, I remember saying, “I’m tired guys, it is still 1:00 am to me.” It was not a cold day out, but it was very late summer, it was crisp that night. I lived in Nebraska again for the duration of one winter, so I’m sorry when you tell me 15 degrees is too cold, I just don’t feel bad for you, it’s not -12 outside (that is in ferinheight for all you that are not in America).

I remember Tyler’s dad saying, “I got to move” I asked him some sort of question, I think I said it was not cold outside. He continued with, “I need to move somewhere where my balls don’t retract into my body.” This whole time my dad is sitting there listening to this conversation, not saying anything, just enjoying the view that is the Pacific Northwest.

“Well that’s easy,” I pause for awhile and continue by saying “Yea man, just go down to Cabela’s and buy a hand warmer, then just stick in down your pants, problem solved.”

My dad started laughing, it felt good. It’s kind of like my dad telling my he is proud of who I turned out to be.

And I enjoy making people laugh anyways.