wow.

i have been put in my place.

take a week off and the vultures will circle.

as i'm sure you've read, a fellow haltom high school graduate has viciously ripped me to shreds and i am ashamed and embarrassed of myself.

i had the world as my oyster, or whatever the fuck that means.
i fucking hate oysters.

after reading it several times, i have decided that the writer is of the female gender.

only a cunt would use words like hubris and phrases like the "cat's meow".

i would, however, like to point out a few flagrant mistakes the ex hhs grad made.

1. i did not receive 60,000 dollars in scholarship money because i was first team academic all-state.

i received a football scholarship to OSU. i was also first-team academic all-state for which i received nothing.

i was unaware at the time that receiving a football scholarship made the world my oyster.

2. i did not work in the cardboard department at home depot.

i did work at home depot for about 8 months where i worked in lumber and lot loading.
i did also work at bates container, which is the largest independent corrugator in the country, where i made cardboard for a living for about five years.
i was making about 60, 000 grand a year as a slitter/scorer when i quit.

3. i never rebelled against my father or mother.

4. i still have two beautiful children who i love and who love me.

5. My brother's name is Mark. not Marc. and he loves my shit.

6. i didn't give anything up for booze and dope. i picked them up on waivers.

7. i hardly know anyone in haltom city and i seriously doubt anyone there thinks i'm the "cat's meow".

i don't have an eighth, but i did want to address the mole at hhs directly.

i know i shouldn't, but i just can't help it.


dearest mole,

i'm glad that my failures have somehow made your life more meaningful. i appreciate you taking time out of your busy schedule to bash me. i know you have to put in at least 40 hours a week at your middle to upper middle class job so that you can feel successful in life and it's a wonder you have time to put the rest of us peons into our place. thank you so much.

i know you probably didn't include your name because you felt i wouldn't remember you.

you would have been right if you assumed that.

truth is, i probably never knew who you were.

you were a nobody then, and you're a nobody now, and you will be a nobody when you die which will hopefully be soon.

i anxiously await meeting you at our 20 year anniversary. please introduce yourself.

if you don't recognize me, my nametag will say Scott Copeland: Mr. Haltom High School 1988.

i haven't decided if i'm going to mc it or not this time. i appreciate you asking, though. there's just so much responsibility that goes along with being senior class president as i'm sure you are completely unaware. i am considering turning it over to my ex-wife, who was coincedentally ms. haltom high school, homecoming queen, and class secretary. you probably never hung out with her either. i'll look for you in the dork section.

and in conclusion with all sarcasm aside,

go fuck yourself. you're a judgmental fucking parasite still leeching off me after 20 years and i couldn't give a fuck less what you think about anything.

i will never respond to you again, cocksucker.

thank you and good evening,

scott