The stars at night, are big and bright

So life is new again.
I’m sorry I haven’t written in here.
 
So my last 9 months in one sentence.
 
I have a baby.
 
Naww I’m just fucking with you…If I had a baby, I’d wouldn’t have time to write about it on here.
 
Almost as strange though: I moved to Texas.
 
Yep, that’s right. Fucking Texas. I live square in the middle of Texas’ ass. They changed the name to Houston a few years back, but it still retains the flavor of old.
 
So I sold the house in MI
For pennies on the dollar
And bought one here
Exactly like the old one
Sans the best rooomie ever.
Sean Houthoofd (who-dolf)
 
And yes that’s actually how you spell his last name.
 
So I own boots now
And a gun
And I’m super racist.
 
Well I was all those things before
Now I just fit in better.
 
NONE OF THAT LAST BIT IS True.
 
Except the gun and the boots thing.
 
 
I got a super big promotion (another one, yes, I’m kind of a big deal) and part of the deal was that I had to move to Texas.
Something about working out of the home office.
 
 
Personally I think they make you move so you don’t have any friends and can concentrate on work.
 
 
So now I work….a lot.
 
 
I found something out about myself since moving down here. 
I make a thousand friends, if I have one to start with, but alone, I don’t do so well.
 
Knowing me(and some of you actually do) you would think that I would be the guy who would know half the town by now. It’s fair to say I haven’t seen 1% of the city in the last 4 months. I don’t want to go out….alone. It doesn’t sound fun. So I don’t.
 
I redid the kitchen, and supervised painters. I have new counters and bamboo wood floors.
I built shelves and made fantastic dinners.
I dominated terrorists on x box.
I went for walks….
 
I did stuff.
 
The thing is that it doesn’t matter where you go or what you do, it’s who you’re with that’s important.
Nothing seems fun without someone to share it with. 
 
 
And that doesn’t mean that someone has to be the love of my life, or even someone I want to see every day….maybe it’s just a guy friend that doesn’t have to ask permission from the wife to hang out.
 
I can see not wanting to go to the bar or the movies with a friend when your wife and kids are at home…..
No I can’t .
That was wrong.
I don’t get it!
 
All I see is the kid screaming all the time and the wife who looks like she might kill you for expressing even the most mundane opinion. 
It looks horrible.
 
All the husbands have the same look in their eyes. It’s the look my friends in college had when they had to go to court ordered community service. 
 
I have friends here, they just have wives and kids.
 
It’s ironic. My whole life I didn’t have a dime to my name, but I had time to spare and a thousand friends. Now I have money to blow and tons of time, but no friends. I’m pretty sure the next step is friends and money, but no time. Then I think it’s death…..or maybe retirement first where one can have all three.
 
 
 
So I’m here in Texas.
 
Stories to come.