news and notes:

jz and i will be returning to our regular wednesday nights at the mule pub beginning this week at 10 o'clock.

(thunderous applause)

now, on to more important things.

when i was kid, i thought it was called a tinny shoe.

looking back on my childhood, there were definitely some tell-tale signs that would lead one to think i might become the freak adult that i am today.

here's a few:

i would spend hours in my own closet.
i made some of my friends start calling me "elvis".
i shit my pants on a daily basis until i was a teenager.

it's amazing to me that my kid brother isn't more fucked up than he is.

i remember i used to call fried chicken..... fry fry chicken.

i still call it that sometimes just for fun.

how 'bout them cowboys,

scott