Singing Sweet Home Wautoma All Summer Long

Hey kids,













So, here's the deal. I'm living at my lakehouse in Wautoma for an unknown amount of time. Originally, I was only going to be living here until November, but somehow, work opportunities just keep rolling in for Jimmy and I. Oh, yeah, I forgot that. Jimmy's living up here in Wautoma with me, and we're working the same jobs. It's a beautiful, beautiful thing to be living with and working with your best friend. I dare you to find something that compares to what I'm doing right now.

I know most of you have heard me talk about Wautoma and the lakehouse, and most of you are probably sick of hearing about it. However, the thing that no one understands is that this is my escape from the world. Don't get me wrong; I love my friends, my family, and my lifestyle, but nothing compares to what Wautoma has always offered me. Sure, there may not be a whole mess of women for me to hit on, or the comforts of living in a bigger city, but all of that is completely irrelevant here. Out here, I can smoke in a bar. I can go out to a bar and get drunk on less than $20. I can go into a quiet little dive that has a pool table and Johnny Cash on the jukebox without having to worry about getting bothered by some bro douchebag and his sorostitute girlfriend because I don't look the norm, or because I'm "hogging the pool table," or because I put my "shit music" on the jukebox. I can breathe a little easier, lay on my back and look at the stars, and take a canoe on the lake so I can fish to my heart's content without someone telling me to get off my ass and do something productive. Yard work isn't a chore anymore; instead, it's just another way to kick back and relax. Grilling is an everyday activity that never gets old, and no matter how cheap the beer is, it always tastes better after a hard day's graft.

This is my happy place. This is the place I envision whenever I need to be cheered up. This is the only place in the world where my depression can never get to me or bring me down. I can put my feet on my table, crack open a cold beer, and just set back to watch the sun set over the lake. There's no drama with women, no strife with my family. It's just pure, unadulterated RELAXATION.

For those of you that I left back home, I will miss you, and I'll make sure to visit a couple times before I move back home. Until then, beannachd le, and make sure to have a drink for me, ok? Until then, best wishes from Jimmy and I!

Peace
Love
Unity
Scotch

Skinhead Dan