Columbia, SC (where James and Melissa call home) is about two and a half hours from Asheville, NC. We got here around 3pm and hung out for a bit. As you can see from the pictures below, it was yet again a very wonderful day and I spent it mostly outdoors. I walked around James' massive backyard and peered into his neighbor's yard. I don't know what I saw there, but I'm still trying to forget it. There's a creek at the edge of the property and enough space for his dogs Baya and Tucker to run free. It's a nice place.

 

I don't like to toot my own horn, but TOOT TOOT! These pictures are gorgeous. But I had a little help. I couldn't have done it without God, the Samsung R & D department and being in the right place at the right time. Some things are just meant to be.

Man, if only I had a backyard. Or a house. Or even some kind of permanent residence. Let's start there and build up from the bottom. Mom had been loving every minute of this vacation so I tried to stay out of the way lest I ruin it in any way. She had planned this all out and had been looking forward to it for a while, so it was my duty to be a "Yes Man" for Mothership Enterprises. That meant not behaving like myself when Kristy told me to "make myself at home". This time I had to keep my pants on. Not like when I'm at my home. But I had to be on my best behavior. For me, Mom, James, Jenny, the random dogs and the nice people who invited us over.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Carolinas March 2015 - Lake Murray

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

James and Melissa's friend Tim invited us all over to his house for dinner and all out awesomeness. They live along the shores of Lake Murray and have a beautiful house and yard. His wife Kristy was the sweetest and we ate and drank like kings and queens. I guess this is that Southern hospitality that you hear so much about. I speak for all of us when I say we were thankful for their generosity.

 

 

James is a natural with kids and animals. I don't know how he does it. When I try to interact with either of them, I just end up making them cry or run for the hills. Sometimes the kids and the animals both do it. That's a little weird. I don't know how and why that happens. I'm just being myself. Apparently that isn't working. I need to take lessons from James. He's always been there for me. Like when I was in rehab. Or the time I couldn't find my car. He's always been the dependable one. And I've always been the screwed up one. People would always say to me, "Why can't you be more like your big brother? James would never beat up his landlord."

 

 

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A lot of other things happened tonight that I didn't talk about, so here's some brief mentions that will in no doubt confuse you - I like cheese, free drinks are the best drinks, my talent pales in comparison to someone with actual talent, I'm so bad at sports that in high school I wasn't even allowed to look at the field, Jenny couldn't do a Southern accent if her life depended on it and a Silk Worm repelled down to the ground on string spun out of its' butthole. You know what? None of that even makes sense to me. And I was there.