Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian, any more than standing in a garage makes you a car.
Some people have asked me about Texas and why I say “I’m coming home”. No, I’m not from Texas, I’m from God’s wasteland called Iowa. I did live in Texas for a little less then a year. I ended up living in New Mexico during my time in the Air Force. Being gone those four years, showed me that the mid west is two years behind everyone else. I was stationed at Holloman AFB in Alamagordo. For anyone who’s been there, you know that it’s a boring city where you really can’t do shit but have sex, work and do drugs. I love the southwest. The smell of the air when it’s about to rain. The smell of the dirt when it’s raining, yes, it’s a thing. I miss the food and the culture. It’s where i fell in love with Chico’s Taco’s and Swisha House. I learned that Mike Jones was only a phone call away ( 2813308004).
During my time at Holloman, my boys and I would visit El Paso (specifically the bars) and we would visit Juarez and go to the Derby for their drink and drown deals. For those unfamiliar with drink and drown, it’s basically you pay $5 bucks and drink all night for free….and drink we sure did.
The southwest was home, even if it was just for those 4 years. I passed up orders to Germany because I loved it there. Well…to be honest, i passed up the orders because my girlfriend at the time was prego and I didn’t want to leave here by herself. But the southwest is where i wanted to raise our family. Long story short, we ended up not having a child and that’s a whole other story.
My mom had asked me why I came back and not stay in New Mexico or TX, since all i do is complain about being here. Honestly, I ask myself that question every day. My wife and I are going back to Tx in a few months to visit an old military friend and who knows, maybe she’ll fall in love with it as much as I did.