sO HERE I AM SITTING IN MY HOTEL ROOM WITH nATE rAUSCH TRYING TO AVOID THE BEGINNING.  tHE BEGINNING OF WHAT!? THE TITLE.  yUP. 

  tHIS MORNING i HAD THE OPTION OF GOING TO VISIT GREAT UNCLES AND AUNTS, PICKING UP KAREN AT THE AIRPORT, OR I COULD GO OVER AND VIST bILL rAUSCH AND HIS TWO KIDS.  iNSTEAD i DECIDED TO CHILL IN HERE, THE MOTEL ROOM, AND TRY AVOID EVERYBODY UNTIL i HAVE NO CHOICE. 

i DON’T MEAN TO BE MEAN OR ANYTHING, BUT i FEEL LIKE ONCE i VENTURE OUT INTO THE WORLD OF FAMILY, THE FLOOD GATES WILL HAVE BEEN OPENED AND i WILL BE FOREVER SWEPT AWAY FOR THE REST OF THE WEEKEND.  rIGHT NOW I’M SITTING ON THE FLOOD GATE HOLDING IT DOWN, BUT I CAN SEE A HURRICANE A COMIN THAT IS GOING TO KNOCK ME OFF AND THEN THAT IS THAT. 

tHE NICE THING IS THE CARAVAN OF bIG sTONERS COMING AND IN THAT WAY WE CAN ALL HELP EACHOTHER SWIM TO SHORE.  wE ARE PRETTY GOOD SWIMMERS SO MAYBE WE WILL ALL SURVIVE THE WEEKEND.  oH YEAH, I FORGOT, WE bRYCE AND i SUFFER FROM pUSSY-I-TIS.  hIM, HIS ANKLES, AND ME MY WRISTS. 

sOME GUY KNOCKED ON THE DOOR AND i THOUGHT IT WAS THE BEGINNING OF THE END, I WAS GOING RAPID RIVER DYING ALONE, THEN IT TURNED OUT TO BE A COFFEE DUDE.  i COULD HAVE PUNCHED HIM IN THE FACE.

wELL, i GUESS IF i SURVIVE,  i’LL POST ABOUT THE EXPIERENCES I’M ABOUT TO UNDERGO.  iF HOGAN IS COMING, AND THEN I GO(DIE) I’M TAKING hOGAN WITH ME.