THE DRIVE HOME

I woke up with just a few hours of sleep and headed home with moms. I was sad to leave the town because everytime I go to Vegas, I think of my dad. He loved Vegas so much and I think his blood is in me. Moms also told me a little story of how my dad was satisfied with the "simple life." I guess his blood really is in me because I'm the same way.

I discussed moving to Vegas with moms. She tells me that the only reason she suggested it was because she thought I was having a hard time finding work in LA. It's difficult to think about moving to Vegas because my brother Noel and sis-in-law Kimi are on the way to getting a divorce. They have three kids and if we move, the kids won't have any family but their mom, dad and their mom's mom (or Grammy). How can we move away when family is so near?

I told my mom that I would only move to Vegas if she were to move because I wanted to be sure that I was close to her. With one of my brothers in Corona and the other in San Jose, who will be there for my mom if something were to happen? My brother Paul sometimes says that she put herself in this situation, but it really doesn't matter to me. I've always made a promise to myself that my mom would be taken care of and I want to fulfill that promise.

At the same time, it puts me in an awkward position. I still live at home with moms! You can see what this does to my personal life. How do I tell people at work or even people I date that I still live at home? It's never easy, but a promise is a promise. However, I sometimes wonder if that's just an excuse I make to be a lazy bum.

I dropped moms back home and went straight to Vanessa's to tell her how I got my groove on with some chickapoos but still didn't really get any action. Vanessa said she'd take care of me and she did. I guess timing really is everything. Still, it doesn't get rid of the crushilitis I've developed.