I grew up in the hill country, not to be confused with northwest Austin. Upstate New York; Syracuse, actually. Incredible father, kick ass sister, and goofy stepmother. A dirt road of 8 houses, 6 filled with paternal family members. Room to play, dirtbikes, a plethora of lawnmowers and snowmobiles to ride, and a pool to swim in.
18 years later, I was ready for a change of scenery. Let's go even more upstate. Paul Smith's College, Saranac Lake NY. That soon turned in to Lake Placid, once I'd ravaged all the men and drank all the beer dry at this 900 student college.
Lake Placid, home of the 1932 and 1980 Winter Olympic games. Freezing cold, campfires on ice, and 3 bars. Didn't take me long to get to know everyone there. That meant time for someplace new.
What next? I didn't know. Was dating some 'wanna be' professional golfing idiot at the time, so decided to move to Dallas, of all places. Yup, the Big D. Sarah does Dallas. Well I haven't done all of it, but a good chunk. So here, I sell fried chicken. We'll see where I'm off to next...
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