Day Seven

Man, I wanna go home to my wife and son. As much as I love this city of sinners, I am defiantly feelin home sick. And it ain't even like I haven't done this before, it's just this time I have more to miss... Not only is Odin crawling, and Teething again, but Terri's gettin sexier and sexier the longer I'm out here, Oh and did I mention I'm missin the Belly? It's startin to get rough also because of the fact that when I leave I come home to a big blue eyed son who don't even remember me. So the whole time I'm home, I find myself spendin the whole time gettin my boy used to me again only to leave a few days later. But I can't complain; theres too much action here to miss my family and be bored at the same time, it's just those times when I'm drinkin my daily "Jamaican Red Stripe" on my bed while flippin through photos of my Family that I begin to miss'm. 5 days left......

Us in New York have some what of a little tradition that we do when we come home from workin in the city. and thats buyin our favorite (affordable) alcoholic beverage and line the bottles up along side our bed to remind us how long we've been away from our families and how long we got left to go... It helps pass a few seconds of time.