high ticket

I'll buy you a diamond ring my friend if it makes you feel alright
I'll get you anything my friend if it makes you feel alright
'Cause I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love

I grew up in the upper middle class suburbs of hell. One of my best friends from high school inherited $1 million on her 16th birthday. High ticket items were abundant...jewelry, nice clothes, fancy cars, top-of-the-line drugs. Money was no object; it flowed like water (well, like how water flows anywhere but the desert).

Now after a few moves and almost 20 years, I find myself in the poor yet culturally diverse metropolis of the burque. You can live here on student loans and child support and do all right. Or you can live on loans and hand-outs from your parents and a little bit of a student paycheck and be fine as well. I'm well above poverty level. No one is missing anything.

Zack played catcher tonight for a couple of innings and he rocked. He also did great at 3rd base and in centerfield. My friend Diana (notice her shirt!) and her kids came to watch the game. I got to pick up all 4 kids from school. They all greeted me with hugs and Owen told my fortune in the car. (I'm a jerk...a junior educated rich kid, btw. Fitting.)

Those kids are gold. Nothing else really matters...my world can feel like it is caving in around me, I can get crappy grades in school, a doctor can tell me she thinks I have a brain tumor, someone can convince me that they are in love with me and have to kiss me and then stop speaking to me, whatever...those babes right there are my high ticket items.

So you, out there...sitting on your pretty couch, driving your BMW or your Mercedes, living in your big house, jonesing for high ticket items, and hating your life...think about what really makes you happy, and get it, and then be faithful and loyal to it. But it ain't in the form of "stuff"...money won't make your world go round. I've had it, and it's not the end-all. I promise.

Quote of the day: "Here Mommy, take a picture of me for your blog. And write down that I'm doing snowcone ballet. Maybe make it the quote of the day." ---Michaela...There you go, K. I fucking love that kid.