Got a little change in my pocket...

When I first left California I felt a little weird in the fact that things were not the same in Las Vegas as the were in Orange County. I could get drunk anytime of the day or night. I could eat a huge tasty breakfast for $1.99. My favorite was at Arizona Charlie’s Casino Ham steak and eggs. Ham slice that hung out over most of the plate, eggs toast and hash browns served on top of it, great coffee. Oh man I miss that.

But times move on, things change, if you stand still to long you start to grow moss, and that’s how I felt in Vegas. I had to move on, I was just very unsure of where that would be. I thought for a while it was going to be back in Orange County, Or maybe Arizona. But no, I had to try and hang on to a woman who did not want me; oh she wanted things from me, money, security, support… but not love. She was/is totally incapable of feeling that for anyone other than herself.

But I digress…

I moved up to Oregon, to help her father with a side business he had going on. I moved and waited for her… She would call and my heart would skip a beat. I found out she was coming up on vacation I damn near wet myself. This woman had me wrapped; worse part is I let her do it. I saw it happening, and did nothing to stop it. I think I kind of enjoyed it to be honest. I knew nothing would ever happen but yet I always hoped it would, kind of like the worst of both worlds. I had a girlfriend but she would not admit it. I was single but could not date in fear that something might happen and she would love me… I was safe, I did not have to take a chance, yes I was getting hurt but I knew that pain, and knew it well.

Then I met my wife…