Homesick is a bitch. Never had it before in all of my travels with Uncle Sam and my own adventures. However, I got it bad now. I miss my country music; drinking beers with my brothers, eating home cooked BBQ and smelling country air.

What is ironic is that with my country home upcountry it only brings back past memories.

The reality is that I can not go back and start over again. Well, I guess I could; but I am running out of years to start over again.

I am not crying in my beer, but just merely expressing emotions.

Damn, I hate talking so much…