So, finally got some time off to go see my brother in Utah... smartest guy I've ever met. The talks we had on theoretical astrophysics...him and my youngest brother! These guys, too damn smart. Really, I'd already be dead if I didn't have a family as great as I do. I'm seriously one lucky mother fucker, couldn't imagine a more wonderful, supportive family. And I'm not the only tattooed hooligan of the bunch, either! Good shit!
But yeah, bro, Utah, vacation. Since taking on this job with my dad (my technical title is now Vice President of Operations and Safety, pretty snazzy huh?) I've been Killin an average of 70 hours a week, and being in charge of scheduling for these jobs is no joke. Barely have time to nerd out on The Withe 3! But these 2 weeks in Utah are gonna be epic. I'm talking DnD, two consoles one living room, epic bro time. I'm closer with Nick than anyone, him and his wife. I'd take like 30 bullets for him, no questions asked. But I guess that would defeat the purpose of him saving my life multiple times.
Had some hard times. Depression, abuse, blah blah, we've all been there. But it's just taken me a long time to get to the other side. He's bout half the reason I made it. Him and my Dad. Also, apparently I'm REALLY hard to kill. Go figure.
I'm rambling here, but it's what I do. Also, 6 beers helps with that. The point being, however, that friends come and go, and you'll date or sleep with more than a few people before you find your partner in crime (if you're lucky enough to) but famity is a helluva thing. I really really wish every one had the same level of awesome and support that I have. The world would be much happier.