Deciding to leave a place you've lived for a while is quite a choice. Living in Vegas I'd made some pretty good friends over the years, and saying goodbye to them was the hardest part of leaving. Well, them and maybe the kitchen and pool. But hey, why have a kitchen or a pool if not to have friends over.

Anyway. I miss them. Some nights all I want to do is meet up with them, talk a bunch of shit, devour a bucket of gold fever wings, or shoot some darts.

But the thing about friends, real friends, no matter how close is that they never really go away. And the thing about coming on tour is that I'm reminded of that more than ever, as I have an opportunity to reconnect with friends I haven't seen in years because of geography and life happening.

It's an amazing thing to meet up after however many years, and talk a bunch of shit, devour some country fried ribs or Chicago style ribs. Catch up with what's gone on in their lives, and brag about your own (sorry. One of my resolutions would be to be more humble, but I'm too immodest for resolutions). It's good to see that you're not the only one who hasn't figured out this whole adulthood thing out just yet, and also you're not the only one who somehow in the years between then and now got a little fatter and greyer and wrinkled and responsible. Those things are missed if you always see the same people, as you grow old together. The secret is we all grow old together, just sometimes it's together apart.

This next year is going to be an interesting one. A strange one. I'm going to disappear more than I ever have before, and if you ask around that'll be the constant theme in a lot of my friendships, that one day I'm just not there (physically, I like to think. I'm always there in my head and my heart). But this next year it'll be a real disconnect as there won't be much of an electronic leash as I've had the last few years. It'll be impossible to go out for an evening, talk a bunch of shit, devour some anything, and I reckon darts are way out (can't afford the weight allowance).

So we'll just have to save that for after. And in the meantime, you know what? Friends are pretty fucking awesome, and cheers for being my fucking awesome bunch of friends.

And also reading the bollocks I write when I'm drinking