It’s always an interesting experience going back to my old house. I lived with my parents for 24+ years, and I moved out only a few months ago, yet it doesn’t feel like home at all.

I got to spend some time with my niece and nephew, which is my real inspiration for going back to Fremont. I love those little brats. Gabe is about 2 and a half years old, and the little babygirl Bri is what, about 18 months or so?

The pics might be a few months old, but god damn…just look at those babies. I owe a lot to them. I used to hate kids. I still hate (other people’s) kids. I love -these- kids. Seeing them grow up really changed my life. It made me wake up and say, you know…there’s more to life than just sitting around. I wanted to get a good job. I wanted to be able to support a family so I could one day have a couple little babies like this to call my own.

It might not be the most manly thing to say, but it’s true. I wanna work hard, find the right girl and settle down – have a couple a couple babies and truly live life to its fullest.

The real trip home was the way back to frisco. I love this city, and I couldn’t imagine living anywhere else. Got my laundry done and my room’s nice and clean. Now I just need to find something to eat…