Here

We made it. The kid was so hyped he stayed up until 8:00 p.m. That was after getting a total of three hours of sleep out of the last 24.

I went to Circuit City and as I was leaving a total dirtball of a man comes through the door -- Fred Durst-style baggy shorts, greasy and messed-up hair, ungroomed handlebar mustache, beer belly hanging out of a faded and hole-riddled Led Zeppelin t-shirt, sneakers compressed into grungy wafers from his immense bulk.

And I knew I was home.