i know it's a been a while....

so sue me.

i have thrown up more in the last three days than bar full of pledges on rush week. my beautiful voice is ruined.

i'm sure i need to apologize to the folks at the wormy dog. i had to be carried out by the band and i'm sure i did something to piss everyone off at least once. hopefully, they'll let us play there again. if not, then fuck it.
i apologize to ol' wacky mac as well. he is and always has been one of the best friends i've ever had and as loyal to boot. he paid our band out of his own pocket to open for him. there's not another fucker in this business that would do that. you can trust me on that. and then i go get fucking shitrailed and can't remember a goddamn thing and everybody hates me.

welcome to my world. i never said i didn't have issues.

i don't know what makes me do some of the things i do. i'm apalled when i hear stories of things that i've done. i have some serious demons. know this. sometimes i appear to be a really nice guy and then other times you should stay as far away from me as you possibly can. just ask anyone who really knows me. i can be the biggest cocksucker ever. i have always been like this. ever since i remember. i don't know why.

i just wake up and ask where i am and how i got there and who i need to apologize to. i have woke up in more county jails than most of you put together. most of the time, without a clue of how i got there. sometimes not even knowing what county i'm in. it's a scary feeling. it sorta makes you question yourself. this past drunk has made me question myself like that again. i can't remember a fucking thing. i remember playing our set and then that was it. blackout.

i learned about blackouts in my alcohol and drug awareness classes. i graduated magna cum laude. i mean lawdy lawdy miss clawdy.

just when i think i'm getting better and starting to get some shit straight in my fucked up life, i go and do something like this.

but then again....

i'm a writer....


we're kind of a fucked up sort.


i'm sorry i took a week off from blogging. i've had too many people asking me when i'm gonna blog again. i promise i'll be back at this thing full throttle this week.

we've gotta a lot to talk about.

the michael jackson trial.
the super bowl.
the oscars.

until then. thanks for reading and again i apologize to anyone i might have threatened to beat up or any crazy shit like that while i was smashed.

cya,

scott