Lazy entry:500 words about stuff I’m grateful for

Can’t think of a topic to write on that won’t make me sound like a whiny ass hipster, so going to try and be positive instead. Here’s some random words about what I’m grateful for.

My Wife and Children. Words can never do justice to the ways in which my life has improved by their presence. I’d like to tell you that children have made me more patient and tolerant, but at least they make me try to be, anyway. And my wife is honestly, the best friend I’ve ever had, which leads me to the next  entry.

Friends(aka Family): My biological family is a story for when I finally decide to write my autobiography, but  lets face it, I’m trying to be positive. But my friends, they’re the real deal. How they’re still friends with me after all these years is beyond me. I mean, I suck as a friend, let’s be honest. I have left behind a trail of unpaid bills, forgotten social engagements, and enough ride cajoling to choke a horse. I’ve slept on their couches for years, and was the last of us to bother to grow up. I owe them so much, I can never repay. And just when I think they’re quit of me, some of them drive six hours to see me at my first(and hopefully not last) book signing. Even when it meant driving in Indiana, where there’s at least six portals to Hell.

The South: Man, I’m going to get a lot of crap for this. But there’s a lot to recommend down here. First of all, it’s got good weather. Yes, it’s not California or Texas, but both of those have too many Californians and Texans in them, and I’ve never gotten along well with people from either place. Plus, compared to someplace like Chicago, the rates of official corruption are almost nothing.Minus side, is that like the place I last lived(Kenosha,WI), there’s a church on every corner. Bad part is that unlike Kenosha, there isn’t a bar on every opposite corner.  Plus, everyone here is so nice,even when they’re assholes to you. If someone’s a jerk to your face  down here, chances are, he isn’t a native.

Magazines: I could do entire columns on my love for music,movies or books. I shoudl do one on magazines, but not going to. Not sure why I find them appealing. It’s not like I couldn’t get most of what’s in them off the net. Maybe they remind me of  the past, when I’d spend hours reading magazines in Shinders(RIP) or Borders(RIP2).  Even if I was in there reading Terrorizer or Rue Mogue, the act fo doing that combined being in public, which I have issues with, and reading, which I’m an addict of. I could subscribe to most of what I get, and probably should, if just for economic reasons. But it takes me back to go hunting for the latest issue on the stands. It reminds me of going to Chicago to get the latest issue of Hit List or Locus, because no one within fifty miles were carrying either.

That’s it for now, feel free to comment, because gods knows, my writerly ego could use the stroking.

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