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7.11.2004 Phlegm and all

Yeah, I know. I've been sort of incognito lately - busy with some stuff, low profile on other stuff. Well actually, have been trying to get over a bad cold lately. The type where I would just sort of cough up a nice ball of phlegm every now and then (sorry, I know I tend to share too much at times).

Right now, Elizabeth and I are sitting on a plane flying back to New York City. We have to pick up a truck, fill up our stuff into it, and then drive the thing back down to Houston. I'm both nervous and excited at the same time. And honestly, somewhat dreading it too. I'm really dreading the hauling stuff into the truck part. And kinda dreading the driving part as well. (Geez, I don't know if I've been in all that great of a mood lately - especially with all that phlegm).

But not too much has been happening ever since we've left New York. About a day and a half after getting to Houston, Elizabeth and I high-tailed it out of there and retreated to Omaha, Nebraska for a little while - one week for her and two weeks for me. Yes, Godsmack in the middle of the western world. We took a little time off to readjust and start the reincarnation of our new Southern life. There is lots to do and plan for.

Like I was saying, Elizabeth was there for one week and I was there for one more week after that. And if you were wondering what there was to do in Nebraska - I'll call it Godsmack, USA for short - that is a very good question. And to be honest, I pondered the same question myself for about two weeks.

Oddly enough, it's not what I thought it was going to be like. I was picturing Smallville - y'know, from the television show where Superman grew up.

Well, after Elizabeth left, it got a little bit tough. So, I had to be a little creative. I did stuff like visit Panera Breads where they have free wifi Internet access, went shopping, and also went to the movies.

Going to the movies by myself was interesting. I hadn't done that since I was seventeen and that was to a midnight movie in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn where I went to watch "The Song Remains the Same", a Led Zeppelin Rock and Roll concert movie. I remembered that Michael Graham was supposed to come with me then, but something came up so he couldn't make it, so I donned my blue jeans and black leather jacket and feared the subways myself. It was awesome. Definitely worth it.

So, there I was in Omaha, Nebraska. Not really a densely populated place. The malls were empty on the weeknights, and even the traffic is not really *real* traffic, but it's pleasant nonetheless. So, there I was, on a Sunday night. Not really knowing what else to do, I call up Elizabeth and she suggests going to the movies.

And for some corky reason, it occurs to me that even though I don't really know, but only a couple of people here, I don't want to be seen going to the movies by myself. Not sure why. I ask Elizabeth if it was a good idea. She confirms it. Besides what are the chances that many people will be there at the theatre. After all, we haven't seen them all week anywhere else. So true.

So I thought.

I pull up to theatre where we had passed by the previous week. And unlike the empty vast parking lot, it was full like a bucket filled with water almost seeping out the sides. Very full. So there I was in Godsmack USA and they all were going to witness me strolling up to the entrance and asking for one ticket. How many? That's right, I said one - me, myself, and I. Strange look. Smile. Proceed.

Oh well. I'm not sure where I'm going with this, but I did want to check in and say hello :)

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...One thing is that no matter how old I am, I probably will not like being called sir or mister, for they have always seemed too far out of reach...

  

 
 

 
 

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