On The Road Again...

Ever notice how there is a country song title for just about every event that happens in a persons life? From Redneck Woman to Mama's Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys...if you've lost a dog, wife, husband, pick up, or the Civil War...there is a country song out there for you.

Mr. Willie Nelson's old time hit is very apropos for me, as a week from this Saturday, I shall pack up the Kaiser and begin my long journey home. I am so excited I could just vomitar. Of all the most wonderful things that come to mind about moving home and starting my new job...the best is that my friends are going to be there when I arrive: Coya,  Pookie, Quiana, Noodle, the Scoobies, the Palabristas, Susan and Rocki and baby Luca, and all the other wonderful wonderful people that make up my extended family. I talked to Pookie last night, who basically demanded that I kick my heels together and come home now...Quiana called me this morning to tell me that she is giving me a fantastic present...a gym membership...which is something I couldnt' have afforded when I got back to town, but it would have been something I very sorely missed. Coya and I are probably going to shack up again as roomies sometime this fall...and...really...in the end...I can't wait to get back home and to get back into the world that I love and miss. And man am I getting right back into it...I have a board meeting immediately after work my first day home...how crazy is that?

I'm sure there is going to be some adjustment time. For one...I've been on "vacation" (some would call it unemployment) for going on two months now. And while I am super extra excited to go home and throw myself into Peter's campaign...I am also a little bit nervious about having to readjust to a work schedule after basically being a sloth for eight weeks. I am looking forward to getting back into the recovery community...not looking forward to the drama that seems to follow the LGBT recovery community like failed business ventures seem to follow George W. Bush (please note...I include his two term presidency as his biggest and greatest failure...I don't care if he takes down a business...but he's taken down the entire damn country with him this time...fucking shmuck).

Today may be the last blog I have a chance to do for a spell. And man do I hate it when I can't share my crazy with the rest of the world. But today I will leave you with this thought...taken from that classic work of black cinema excellent...Barry Gordy's The Last Dragon...never say never...at Heaven's elevator door...because...one you're there...you can't get it up anymore! (That ones for you C-Baby <hop>).