i don't know what the fuck has been going on with my website, but it has been pissing me off royally. i don't know if i spelled royally correctly but i don't fucking care either.

i just got back from the wreck room.

nice crowd.

i can't tell you how much i've enjoyed my time at the wreck room. i've been playing there for almost five years and almost every story i've worked up over the years started taking shape at the wreck room. they have let me have total and complete artistic control over the thursday night happy hour and i am eternally grateful. if any of you guys are ever in fort worth, please stop by the wreck and tell them scott copeland told you to come. that might entitle you to a free beer or some shit. i doubt it though.

i was sitting out on the front porch yesterday reading the paper and my neighbor was out on his porch as well. i looked over at him and he started chewing on some dead skin he must have been accumulating on his heel. i thought, "he must be a pretty cool guy because i like to chew on dead skin and shit, especially toenails. only my own, of course." i remember when i was a kid i used to chew on scabs until they got real soggy and shit. i miss that. i guess when you get older you don't get as many scabs as when you were a kid. scabs are cool. i think i'm gonna go out and dive off the roof onto the driveway. i'll bet i can get some bad ass scabs to chew on.

well, fuck a whole lotta of this.

i'm gonna tear those mieces to pieces,

scott