friends, countrymen.... gather 'round, gather 'round..

i come bearing news from afar.
i mean a jar.
i mean a bar.

yeah.

dude, i just had an idea.

20 minutes later...

abort mission. i repeat,...abort mission.
it is a double cross. get out of there while you still can.
run for your lives. the entire world depends on it.

"i woke up in mid-afternoon 'cause that's when it all hurts the most" --adam duritz.

i had a great time in norman again at the deli. i wanted to thank lori, tic tac, buffalo terry for having me and for sitting in with me and for being overall cool people of the coolest kind. also many thanks to travis linville(one of the good guys)for thinking of me and to his girlfriend, heather, for hanging out and listening to my ridiculous babble. many other things happened of which i can't remember, but of what i do remember...i forgot.


on a more serious note...

tragedy has struck the red dirt rangers and their friends and families. please keep them in your thoughts and prayers. an account has been set up at banc first and donations can be made in person or at any banc first location. checks are to be made payable to THE RED DIRT RANGERS RECOVERY FUND. look for benefit shows to be posted soon in texas and oklahoma.

thirty minutes later...

okay..

i'm back. i guess it probably doesn't seem like i was gone to you.
oh well fuck you then.
what.
whatever.

i got a new tune going. i'm kinda excited about it. maybe not excited.
something.
something other than the usual.
something better than the usual.
something.

man, it's all just a crazy game.

i am probably in the top five greatest stratego players of all-time.

i've always wondered why people used to think that the world was flat. couldn't they see the fucking moon and sun and assume they were round.
fucking idiots.

they're like, "hey, there's an orb revolving around us and there's another big orb we're revolving around. i'll bet we're a straight line."

"if you'll be my bodyguard, i can be your long lost pal.
i can call you betty and betty when you call me you can call me al." ---p.simon.

why do people say it's raining cats and dogs?

that's fucking stupid.

well, i'm gonna go eat some grill cheese, bitch.

suck it,

no..

lick it,

scott