getting ready to head up to kansas.

you're a long way from kansas, dorothy.

no shit, bitch.

my boy, jerry elmore, just showed up. he's gonna tag along and try to hawk some t-shirts and cds. that is if he doesn't get to shitfaced, which is highly possible. or should i say, highly probable.

we have shirts in and they will be available on the net sometime in the next few weeks. they are plain jane shirts. we got an incredible price on them so we're going to try and save up the money to buy a little more colorful shirts next time around. i always liked simple shirts anyway. fuck all that fancy bullshit.
their white and easier for me to sign my autograph on. i love signing autographs. i practice my signature all the time. constantly changing and revising. i like changing the S. sometimes i do it in cursive and sometimes i do it in print.

i remember one time i met robert earl keen backstage at his first texas uprising shindig. i had a picture of me and him together from another show and i gave it to him and said, " i got a gift for you." i had autographed it..

To robert earl,

best wishes..

scott copeland

he said, "thanks". and then he looked down at the picture and looked back up at me like i was a crazy motherfucker. then he just laughed and i laughed and all was good in my world.

that cocksucker better remember next time i see him.


anyhoo,

we'll be at the game in wichita for those of you who are interested. we are doing a two night stay. two fucking nights at the game. you know that shit is right. six dollars to get in. that's cheaper than a goddamn movie and way better language, nudity, and violence. hopefully i'll see some of you out there. bring some money for t-shirts too, motherfuckers...

well, the van just pulled up.


on the road again...
just can't wait to get on the road again..

scott