With baby in the basement and the remains of truck outside I had pretty much put my life back together aside from Brittany pretty much disappearing someone said she bounced around alot but I didn't fret about it I figured there are always be more bitches to come around and change things. I spent the next month putting my truck back together and reinforcing the living Fuck balls out of it I even talked Reeces dad into letting me use his welder to build I bigger badder front bumper.
I had all of my tools and some new ones when I set out for California three days after Christmas. With all my clothes (which had some how thined out to two of those blue totes full) and baby strapped down in the bed I left on the promise that I would always have a place to come back too with Reeces family. I made it to LA in 5 and a half days and checked into a motel just inside the city limits I wheeled baby inside and put my shit in my room locked the door and took out to find some food.
I found a little Mexican joint about 3 miles from my motel and ate away half of my money. Tomorrow I would find a job but right now I'm extremely fuckin exhausted so I went back to my hotel to sleep off a migrane.
