The Return Home.

The final night in my childhood home found me on my “sitting wall”. A wall that I used to stretch out on as a kid to look up at the night sky. It seemed only fitting to sit up there for what may have been my last time before traveling to my sister’s, where it began to snow. I thought about the time with family and friends, a moment where it felt like over half of my personal history all came together in one moment to unite for my Dad’s memory. It was one of the few things that gave me comfort during the time. That’s nothing to say of the return home.

When I got to the airport, I got a call from one of my co-workers: The company I had been working at had been shut down. Busted by the FDA for selling a fraudulent product (among many of their products were pills you could take to “stop being gay”. Because that’s exactly how that situation works), and the company owner had been thrown in jail. The irony that I was returning to Vegas as an unemployed orphan was a hard pill to swallow (though I hope it hadn’t come from that particular company). At least I had my little family unit to return to.

And some things did pick up, in a weird way. While the company bounced my final paycheck a few times, they did have a heart in light of my recent news and pay me (others weren’t so lucky). My show review career began here with a showing of Spamalot at the Wynn, and I had to drive to Los Angeles to do a voice-over for a video game that was in the works (come to think of it, I don’t think it ever came out).

But basically, it was just… dealing. The will was read, my show review got published, and I was just there to pick up the pieces. It wasn’t how I envisioned life in Las Vegas at all, and none of what was going on, had anything to do with the city. I was still so new to the city, and I hadn’t any time to go out and explore or make friends. Being unemployed at that time was simply an unlucky deal, and I hoped that things would turn around.

And I suppose, in a “Monkey’s Paw” sort of way, it did….