I'm having a good time... the house I'm staying at is pretty sweet. Eight guys from all over the country are staying there. Everybody is from some different walk of life.

Fortunately everyone is cool.

 We got our East Coasters, Mid-Westers, some good ol' boys and then me - Mr. West Coast.

Bought a laptop out here. Now I'm reconnected.

Experienced Mariachi's at an Italian restaurant last night. You know what? It fit.

The weather is bunk (hot and funky) but the people out here make up for it. Shook more strangers hands in the past week then I have all year.

Mosquitoes love the taste of my blood.

These women, I tell ya... I tell ya...

Wal-Mart. Always the Lowest Price. Always.

Change of plan - I'm going to retire out here one day and dynamite fish for a living.

And wear a hat. Definitely wear a ten gallon, mirror shades. Belt Buckles the size of sliced toast. Marry some woman named Ruthanna or Dorita. Yell at her from my back porch.

That'll be tight.

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