okay then,

getting ready to head north for the first annual floatfest. all kinds of fun are in store. my old man is driving up with me to spend a little q.t. with his genius son. i'm looking forward to it. hopefully, i'll avoid any lectures he may have been working up for the five hour drive. good ol' dad.

i'm excited to see susan gibson, tom skinner, and travis linville. they have all been so nice to me and are incredibly gifted songwriters and musicians and i feel fortunate to be included on such a bill. hopefully, i'll hold my own.

my boy, phil mickelson is winning the u.s. open. that motherfucker's gonna win the grand slam and tell all you bitches to suck it. i love him. here are my top five favorite active athletes:

1. phil mickelson
2. dirk nowitzki
3. hammerin' hank blalock
4. roy williams
5. little stevie nash

i wonder what my dad and i are gonna talk about for five hours. he's an amazing talker and i'm not a very good listener. i just nod and say, "yes sir" a lot.
he's got a fucking fu manchu mustache now. weird.

can't wait to float the river. i dig it the most.

shamma lamma ding dong.

see ya'll 'round. say hi if you see me, but make sure i'm not balls drunk.

go phil,

scott