so here i am again, mixing misery and gin
sittin' with all my friends and talkin' to myself.

i look like i'm having a good time, but any fool can tell
that this honky tonk heaven really makes you feel like hell.

true dat, merle.

been on a big merle kick lately. it usually takes about two weeks.

i'm looking forward to tomorrow night at the wreck. it's been a lot of fun in the past. i'm usually ready for a few shots about 7 o'clock on thanksgiving night. try to make it out.

(21 minutes later)

i'm just going to type now. watch it appear on the screen. it's weird. weird as a beard on a baby named bonnie. ouch, said the wino when the rhino went down to the ground.

shit, that's fucked up. i just made that up.

yes, i did. but that's not important right now. what it is important is the meandering motions of the mind that make up the molecules of matter.

dude, alliteration is cool.

and everyone agreed.

but meanwhile, in another slightly more deranged dimension, the communites gathered.

they wanted to know what the fuck was going on.

as did i,

scott