It's been 3 months so I'll say my peace.

A week from yesterday my boys, John, Twig, Cruz, and Tim will be rolling up in the ATL to check out hot-lanta with me. Two weeks from tomorrow I'll be marrying the most beautiful girl in the world.

I loathe xanga.

Sometimes us guys, we need to carry the burdens of some other guys. Well, iron sharpens iron, so if you'll be a saw then I'll gladly be a knife and we'll watch shards fly from our beings as we turn into something better than we used to be.

~Tonight I'm in the dirty south, thinking of my boys back home. Twig, John Megahan. Mike C. Timmy-T. This post's for you.

"I'm smooth as eggs, baby!"

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO...
THIS GUY!!

John Megahan... my best man.
Now go to his xanga and give him some birthday love... and your money. All of it.

In just less than four hours....

a greyhound will race south covered by the night's immense darkness. I'll be on it. My life's belongings tucked away beneath me. Tomorrow evening life- a different life than the one I've known, will begin. There's great expectation, yet, I can't help but feel nervous. Iwoke up this morning and I wanted to do everything I've ever done just one more time. My dad woke me up. His eyes were pink and filled with tears. He cried twice today (that I saw). Last night he came in my room and tucked me in. "Remember this?... I'll never get to do this again, will I?" But I didn't respond. I didn't have to. He knew the nswer and kept saying how much he'd miss me. He told me that he'll always be there for me.
All day I've felt a lump in my throught.I'm going to miss this place. I want just one more sunny summer day to play in my back yard, or ride my bike around the block. I'll miss doing homework at thetable until wrestling practice. I'll miss this all....

but someone worth my whole life is waiting for me. So I'll finish getting ready and I'll go to her. Love is south from here.