THE MORE THINGS CHANGE

The more they stay they same. Thank god.

In my younger years I used to come home to Nebraska for Christmas and do nothing but complain. In fact I complained about nearly everything back then. The older (and sexier) I get -the less complaining I do.

I would complain about the fact that every time I came home nothing changed. The same old guys and girls getting drunk in the same old bars year after year. I would think to myself, "what is wrong with you people. Go out and do something with your lives." Meanwhile all I wanted to do was be right there with them beer after beer. I just didn't want to be there as the man standing before them at the time.

I'm here to tell you, I wouldn't have it any other way. It was me that was the problem. I'm just glad that I had the balls to do something about the fact that I was miserable. And I just hope they can adjust to the fact that I don't much complain about it anymore. (Although I'm sure my friends would tell you otherwise). On the contrary. Life is so crazy on a daily basis it is extremely refreshing to come home to such a support system. A large group of people that maybe haven't changed much over the years, and maybe that's due to the fact that there's nothing worth changing. It's like I always say, if it aint broke, don't fix it.

I'd like to wish a very Merry Christmas eve to my good friends all over the world. The ones I drink with, the ones I work with, the ones I haven't met yet. Whoever and wherever you are, this Bud's for you.

Cheers.