Monday, August 9, 2010


Good morning or something! Moving is heavy, man. I don’t just mean that because unemployment and moving have rendered me the fattest I have been since I can remember, but also because it can take a lot out of you. Sure, in the end it is worth it, and I feel all happy and whatnot, but it takes a whole lot of time to get settled in somewhere new, establish a new routine, and find the new milieu’s version of all the things that you know and love. It is a long and hard process, and, honestly, nothing could be worse than discovering that the KFC doesn’t taste as good here as it did where I came from. It’s all soggy and chewy like a bag of corn chips that was left open overnight. Seriously, what the fuck? Not to mention public transportation makes me want to puke all over the place forever, all of the time. So, did I suddenly run out of things to complain about, all of a sudden, back in April, you ask? No. Have I given up on attempting to write out my observations in a hilarious way to match how funny they are in my head? Absolute no.

But I have been busy… and lazy. Mostly lazy I suppose. Also I watch a lot of home renovation programs. I won’t get into the brutality of moving right now, as I intend on covering all of its many joys and awesomeness in separate segments over time, along with anything else that comes up. So sit back, relax, have eight or nine drinks and then tell me how funny I am. Chapter two of Highway 10 Revisited starting... NOW. Ready? And... Break.

That’s it. Welcome home Kev.