i just paid $5.49 for a goddamn can of copenhagen. that is fucking ridiculous.

i might as well buy a rock of crack.

i'd quit dipping if i wasn't so addicted.

anyway, i've noticed that you motherfuckers are enjoying yourself on the comments section. that is good. i'm very proud of my littlebrains. hopefully soon we'll all get together in the mountains and eat a bunch of mushrooms and you will all come to understand what the fuck i've been talking about.

what the fuck have i been talking about?

i was in some bar last week and i started reading the "Best in Texas" music rag. why do they call that "Best in Texas"? they should call it "We Suck Pat Green and Cory Morrow's dick every fucking month" just an idea.


so, tonight i will be at jj dakota's at 8. just me and my guitar slayer, john zaskoda. he's great and i'm very excited about the new band. we just keep getting better and better. hopefully soon we'll actually have an audience.

dude, my hair is fucking long now. i kinda look like kris kristofferson in "blade" except my shit's not all gray and shit. when it gets cold i'm gonna grow another beard and let it grow for a fucking year and then i'm gonna start a commune and call it bignogganland.

i was gonna say something but i forgot.

oh yeah...

what?

fuck man.

if i stopped living for two weeks, i could really lose some weight.

well, i've gotta go do some chores....

remember...

"Life is like a flea market, you gotta get down on your hands and knees and dig through big piles of shit before you can find the good stuff" --- william bryan massey III

alright then...

go red sox....die yankee scum.

scott