Home at Last

Well after a few weeks in the dugeon of my mom's basement we finally made it to our new home in lovely Las Vegas. I would say it is a culture shock but it has mostly been the same as home. I will say though that the day after I got here I was at costco and there was this old dude in a Jazzy (for those of you who don't know these are the stylish mode of transportation for those that are not willing to step into a wheelchair) anywho, he was looking for his wife and stopped well another old dude that was not fortunate enough to have a jazzy pulled up. Well the first dude slammed his jazzy into reverse and tagged the other guys cart and then the fireworks began. I mean f bombs and a lot of angry old man words the dude in the jazzy got up and I thought yeah it is go time I am going to get to see some old man punching and maybe some wrestling. Unfortunately cooler heads prevailed and with a few grunts the dude in the Jazzy took off. I think the anger mainly stemmed from the fact that dude number 2 hasn't had time to save up enough money to get his jazzy yet. Other than that Vegas has involved mainly cleaning shopping and sitting at the DMV yeah what happens in vegas stays in vegas. Well that is all for now if you couldn't tell this was paul not alisha hope you are all not disappointed.