Welcome to my blog. Exciting isn’t it? I once clogged the toilet in a posh nouveaux bistro, and this feels quite similar. Uncomfortable. Yet strangely amusing. I mean, look, I plan on spilling my guts to you guys. I have a lot to say and the magazine can’t handle all of it. So, here’s my other outlet. I guess it’s like that rest-aurant experience in another way, too. I would have to plunge and clean up any mess for the mag, but for here, for this blog, I think it’d be fun to just let loose and walk away without too much worry about what I’ve left behind! Man, I’m a little sick sometimes. Let me get on with it before I lose friends or the little sense of dignity I have left… 

So, I’m a dad now. I have little boy. His name’s Hudson. He’s 3 months old and he’s my answer to that ‘what’s the meaning of life’ question. It’s crazy, I feel like I’m the only person in the world with a child. I can stare at him forever. And what I’m finding amazing is how little changing his diapers bothers me! It’s like nothing. Even when he targets my face for a pee session – doesn’t bother me. Spits up down my shirt – who cares? Go ahead. Passes wind while I’m sniffing out the verdict on whether or not he went number two – awesome. Love it. Nothing bothers me about him except the fact that I know time’s going to fly by so quickly that if I blink I might miss something. So, my answer? I stay up all night (or at least that’s the story I’m telling myself for now). I’m a little tired lately…but, man, what a send. 

See you out there,

Joe