Moving

I grew up just a mile or so from where I sit. All my summers were spent roaming these valleys. The women about town with their kids and their careers, used to be the girls I chased around with my dick. This is my home. This is where I come from.

Soon it will all be a memory. The family and I have put our house up for sale and are moving out of state. I’m not sad, even a little. I have no delusions of home being where the heart is. I won’t miss it. To me moving away is just a thing we sometimes do. Hopefully I’ll be doing it sometime soon.

Truthfully, I can’t wait to poop into a sewer. How rad is that? Just poop and it magically goes away. Very 21st century.