what the fuck is up in the place to be...

on the fucking mike is eazy motherfuckin' me.

i'm getting read to head west to amarillo. i hope some folks show up out there. probably won't though and i'll have to go into a state of depression again. drink myself into a fucking stupor and cuss everyone around me and shout at the top of my lungs that no one understands me and i'm a tortured misunderstood artist and the world isn't ready for my talent and shit.

oh shut the fuck up, scott.

no you shut up.

fuck you.
fuck you.
no fuck you.
yeah, that's what i thought, bitch.

who you callin' bitch, bitch.
i'll fucking kick your goddamn teeth out.
so what motherfucker. my teeth are already fucked up.

shut up.

okay so anyway....

we'll be at the golden light tonight. i'm hoping to contact my friend gary wayne thomason so that he may enlighten us and sit in with the band. i love playing with that dude. they just had a baby and moved houses and changed phone numbers and shit. that sucks. i'll have to do some detective work when i get into town. yeah. no shit sherlock.

saturday we're heading to lubbock to the blue light live. i haven't played there in a couple of years and i'm really looking forward to it. i appreciate david stroot booking us. we will only be a three piece band this trip. still looking for that bass player. we are auditioning a dude on monday. he's 37. i'm gonna hire him just so i'm not the oldest in the band anymore. fuck em.

i wanna see "cinderella man". i'm gonna do that in amarillo.


i'll have to go in disguise and shit....


alright then...

say it don't spray it,

scott