what's up fools?

i've got poison ivy all over my legs and arms and on the bottom of my ballsack. i'm not for sure, but i think that would be enough to make jesus christ a little cranky. i looked in the bible but i couldn't find anything about poison ivy or any other skin irritations except leprosy. did you hear about the leper who got in a fender bender? he left his foot on the gas.

my son and i got into telling fat jokes and shit yesterday at Hurricane harbor. he seemed surprised that i knew more than he did. your so fat that when you wear malcolm X shirts, helicopters try and land on you.

he got me on a good one though. he said, "you're so poor, i saw you walking down the street kicking a can, and i asked you what you were doing and you said, "moving"."

he's just a chip off the old block, i guess. one time i remember when he was in about first grade, i picked him up from school and he said, "I'm the second tallest, second fastest, and first smartest kid in my class". i tried to give him some fatherly advice and said, "there's always gonna be somebody a little taller and faster and tougher than you, so just be happy to be yourself."

he goes, "yeah yeah yeah dad, i know. but i can't help it if i'm the smartest". i just laughed and said, "yeah, i know what you mean".

one time my brother and i got drunk at the dfw airport bar with kevin von erich at 6:00 in the morning. he was a really cool dude. my brother and i missed our 6:00 flight so we had to wait around until 9:30 and decided to go into the bar and start drinking. sure enough, no one was in there except kevin von erich. he bought us a round and we sat there and got sloppy drunk with him for the next three hours.......we were going to corpus christie and we rode on one of those little american eagle flights where they bus you out to the buddy holly looking airplane, and my brother and i were the last ones to board and we were wearing cut off shorts and torn up beer tee shirts and flip flops, and my brother stepped on the plane and said, "good evening ladies and gentleman, my name is mark copeland and i'll be your pilot for this flight. i've never flown a plane this big, but i think i can handle it. i just need one more beer to settle my nerves."......surprisingly everyone laughed including me. we had a blast that week. we got stoned along the seawall but we never got drunk and rolled a car. good ol' robert earl........

i'm going to go have lunch with my old friend shane gilbreath today. i went to high school with him, and he remains to this day one of my favorite people in the world. one of the most sarcastic, dry sense of humors around. there's nothing i respect more than good clean dry sarcasm. humor of the intelligent.

jammin' some jackson browne right now. trying to keep my mind off the itch. it's not working......

that reminds me of the stephen wright bit about poison ivy. he said he once had a girlfriend who got poison ivy on her brain and the only way she could scratch it was to think about sandpaper.

i've got some new pics up on the website, i think. if they're not there yet, they will be very soon. check them out. also, i would like to encourage all of you to sign the guestbook. hopefully soon, i'll be having a fan club mailing address where i can send out shit and i'll be using the guestbook to get email addresses and shit. you are also welcome to email me. i'm very good about responding or so i've been told.

be cool,

scott