Also true is that everything is big in Texas. I went to Wal-Mart and back home you might only see 1 or 2 overweight people causing the little carts to strain and pull them around the stores. Here I saw 4 tubs nearly killing the poor little machines. And then there is this example of a Texan Chihuahua. (Figure 1)
It was a brutal drive down to Houston, after you have flown great distances you never want to drive ever again. Driving is for suckers or people who want to move a bunch of their shit to a new location. I love having the ability to drive but I've seen Kansas 6 times and that is 5 times too many and besides Interstates seem to look the same no matter what part of the country you are in give or take. It took me the same amount of driving time to get from KY to TX as it takes for me to fly from Nashville to Sao Paulo, Brazil that is with the retarded TSA crap.
So right now I am pretty excited about being in a new locale. That translates into freaking out for the next few days which is fairly normal for me before I can come to grips with being in a strange place. If I had been Dorothy I would have spent the first three days in Oz in the fetal position trying to make sense of everything. I'm a little anxious because I haven't figured out how to get food yet but I'm staying at it.