dude....

i'm playing at a private party in dallas today. it's supposed to be for security people. i've been told there will be federal agents there.

i guess i'll leave out the weed songs.

sorry, i haven't been on in a few days... this thing has been fucking up.

so yesterday...
i went into a convenience store and bought a pack of bubble yum. ballistic berry.
fuck a whole lotta of dentyne and shit. i go for the good shit.

i also purchased a pack of spree. i forgot how bad ass those are. i used to eat the shit out of those while i was breaking "Defender" all-time records at the seven-eleven.

and shit.

the fucking rangers have broke my heart again. at least this time i can blame the major league baseball association for taking our entire bullpen away from us just because we busted a fat bitch in the nose with a folding chair. there is no justice.

i watched "Hustle" on espn the other night. it was the story of pete rose and his gambling. although i loved tom sizemore in "saving private ryan" and "heat", he sucked as pete rose. he didn't look like him or talk him or nothing. they might as well have put a wig on john travolta and shit.

i'm really including a lot of 'and shits' in this post and shit.

our first gig as a band went relatively smooth. the crowd size grew from 4 to 16. a 400 percent increase. however, at the end of the night the bar owner asked me if we knew any traditional country.
i responded by saying, "we know some willie and merle and a few hank songs."
he replied, "i mean more like alan jackson and toby keith."

i don't know how much longer we'll be playing at that place.


anyway, i've gotta fix my hair for the gig.

gimme a call kevmo,

alright then,

say that like sling blade and shit..

alright then,

scott