ladies and gentlemen.
friends and neighbors.
fellow countrymen.
knights of the round table.
disciples.
soldiers of war.

unite.
tonight.
we fight.

now, you may be thinking, "what are we fighting for, oh wise one?"

that shit ain't greasy.
it's easy.

breaker one nine breaker one nine.

this is the big bear comin' at ya.

someone's here.

(five minutes later after hiding in the bedroom)

thank god.
don't they know i'm busy.

i wanted to thank everyone at "the game" in wichita. it was a blast. thanks to travis and brandon, lori, joe, and everyone else. it's nice to be treated well.

enid, oklahoma kicked more ass than a pink floyd ass-kicking machine.
thanks traynor.

crappy's was a real cool joint and i'm looking forward to coming back. thanks to everyone that came out to see us. especially brandon. a.k.a. "gold"

it was great to see the greatness of kevmo and his wife caroline. thanks a bunch for coming out and sittin' in. i missed ya.

i just had a vision.

this is titled:

"My Last Gig"

by: Scott W. Copeland

scene: ext: Texas Motor Speedway and a sold out crowd of screaming drunken stoned fans

a plane flies overhead and i jump out with my wireless electric fender tele and parachute and soar down jammin' "Nothin' to Do" loud as fuck. the crowd becomes hysterical and it becomes evident as i get closer to the field that i am naked and my dick is hanging down and tied up in a sock. i land on center stage.

Me: "Who's ready to rock out with their cock out?"

Crowd: "WE ARE!"

immediately everyone in the crowd begins taking their pants off and throwing them on the stage. i become buried in a huge pile of jeans and underwear and the entire stadium full of people go deathly quiet. and then from the silence........

Me: "I might as well get stoned."

the crowd erupts with a thunderous ovation and everyone simultaneously pulls out a spliff and lights up a joint in unison and gets baked as fuck.
and then i take a can of kerosene and pour it all over the pile of underwear and levi's and burn that shit to the ground.

Me: "Thank you, Texas. good night"

a helicopter sends down a ladder at that exact moment and i am whisked away to mexico.

the end.

you gotta have goals,


scott