i just got done reading a book that a friend of mine wrote.

it's called "Namedropping with Willie Nelson: investigating the texas music cool culture."

i was in it.

those were the best parts.

he fucking plagiarized me twice. cocksucker.

then i decided to watch t.v. for three hours. i can't remember what i watched.

i remember thinking that i'd kill myself if i couldn't watch t.v. i wonder if they have t.v. in heaven. i ain't going if they don't. i bet the devil's got cable and shit.

so i thought of this new reality show today but i forgot what it was.

something about great white sharks and kenny chesney.

so i was watching cmt for a while and i starting digging in my butthole because it was itching, and then i started laughing really hard at something and i almost threw up. i couldn't breathe and shit. fuck that.

dude, what if i was like an aborigine or some shit? that would be fucked up. i would have like bones and shit in my face and i'd be running around naked and shit. fuck that too.

one time i went to this american indian thing and there was indians all dancing around and shit and this one indian was wearing levis and tennis shoes. that shit is fucked up.

when i was a kid i used to get my haircut by this indian dude. his name was running bear but everyone just called him bear. he used to put this vibrating thing on his hand and massage your head when he was done. that shit was bad ass. his barber shop was in a bowling alley. i remember one time when i was like thirteen or something this girl with really big tits kissed me. she pinned me up against the wall and laid one on me. i could feel her big tits pressing up against me. she tasted like nachos.

when the judds came out, i called them the juggs.

mama, he's crazy.

shit, you got that right bitch.

i bet wynonna gets fucked up.

i ate sloppy joes tonight.

thank you jesus,

scott