I'm not from New York

Now and again I get messages from home (North Carolina) that remind me where I'm really from. Keeps me grounded :).

Text from my little bro, Jeffrey: "So I bought a shot gun last week. When you come home next weekend we should get up early on Saturday morning and go shooting skeets."

Message from my mom: "Hey, just calling to say hey. We're doin' okay....Joe, get that chicken before she goes behind the house. Anyway, call me back. Love you. This is Mama."

 *Note: I was listening to this at my work subway stop in Times Square. 

My life is weird.