whaddup fools,


it's thanksgiving day and i'm stuffed. just a little too much turkey and dressing topped off with two servings of cherry cheesecake. parked my fat ass on the couch and began watching the cowboys get their panties pulled down and spanked like little bitches. i had enough of that and decided to post a thanksgiving thought.

i've always thought thanksgiving was kind of a fucked up holiday. i remember when i was a kid and our teachers would decorate their rooms with their thanksgiving shit, there would always be this picture of the pilgrims and indians eating together at a long table. i'm sure that's exactly the way it happened. of course, they sent the indians home with gifts........blankets laced with polio. then they had a party at night in which they burned a few witches at the stake. good times. we should all be thankful.

i have always loved benjamin franklin and thought he was one of the greatest, most intelligent americans of all-time, but i have always questioned why he wanted the turkey to be the national bird instead of the bald eagle. the fucking turkey, ben. what the fuck were you thinking?

i'm just listening to the rough mix of the recordings we did a couple of weeks ago. i don't really know what i think about it just yet. it looks like there will only be ten tracks on it or possibly eleven. patrick defrayne turned out to be an 8 minute song and the talking americana texas blues was nine or ten minutes. i never know how long my songs are until i go into the studio. it's always a shock. what kind of songwriter actually times his own songs anyway? ........ there will be several outtakes on there, though. we have hours and hours of fucking bullshit and some of it is pretty goddamn funny if you ask me. it's gonna take a while to sort through all of it, but i think it will be worth it. maybe not though.
we'll see.

well, we're going to finish our celebration of thanksgiving by going to the bar and drinking ourselves silly and shooting some pool and flinging a few darts at the shamrock pub. real cool little pub a couple of miles from here. i haven't had a drink in at least a week and that's entirely too long. how long has it been since you have a nice stiff whiskey?..............
well, that's too long. you know it is.. yes i do......okay then.


motherfucking, titty sucking two balled bitch.


sorry, i don't know what got into me.

here is what i'm thankful for this thanksgiving...

my two wonderful kids, cole and madison.
the loyal open-minded readers i have somehow managed to attract to my bullshit, my understanding and loving girlfriend ferrell, my good looks, the case of beer in the fridge, cherry cheesecake,
copenhagen and camel cigarettes, "The Practice", the songs of bob dylan, all of my wonderfully talented friends who have helped me out along the way, all supporters of live music and songwriters, tippers, the wreck room staff, buk, bill hicks, the stones, the great game of golf, housepants, free thinkers, the constitution of the united states, fred's cafe, god's gift of marijuana, the fort worth public library, my obviously high i.q., my brother and best friend mark, the wonderful law enforcement of parker county, good cold jaeggar, all the people who have loaned me money (the list is long, but distinguished), remote controls, everyone who has purchased one or all of my cd's, all the cool people i've got to know via email, guitars that tune good and firm feeling women, bill parcells, my uncle robert, dirk nowitski, pay-per-view porn, dsl, my parents, and last but not least, the poetry of toby keith.

dude, i was watching the cowboys game like i mentioned earlier and whose fucking dumb ass is doing the halftime show............goddamn toby keith. i have to be thankful for toby. if not for him, i would have to find someone else to make fun of. thank you toby. you talented motherfucker.


i'm kinda tired. i stayed up last night playing 'hitman 2' on the playstation until 3 in the morning. fucking mcclure got me addicted to that game. i haven't even completed the first mission and it's really pissing me off. there's too many goddamn buttons. i want a fucking joystick.

well, i'll let you guys go. i hope you all had a great thanksgiving. i've gotta go get my drink on.

keep your head up....

it's only a game,

scott