i teeter totter back and forth between complete confidence and utter self-loathing.
it is my way.

random thoughts:

the best thing that could have happened to hank williams jr.'s artistic career would have been a shotgun blast to the head in about 1985.

i think i would rather be eaten by a lion than a shark.

i used to have a dog named maverick. he was named after i saw "top gun".
i don't know whatever happened to that dog.

jack nicklaus finished second in 19 majors.

we're opening for jason boland and the stragglers saturday in stephenville. i hope i don't do something to outcast myself even further.

whenever i wasn't paying attention, my 8th grade english teacher used to say, "Come in, Berlin. Come in, Berlin". One time on my lunch break, i rolled a piano in front of her classroom door. She had to climb out the window. Although suspected, i was never convicted.

i've had a knife and a gun pulled on me on two seperate occasions.

i hardly ever lie, but when i do, it's a good one.

i wish i had some corduroy jeans.

the dallas mavericks are only the 8th team in the history of the nba to get to 50 games with single digit losses.

i have 36 different bob dylan cd's. several are double or triple discs sets.

pause for scientific poetry....

sigmund freud took a polaroid and plastered it on the wall.
einstein was drinking fine wine and running up and down the hall.
isaac newton was a rootin' for the ninth horse in the first.
thomas edison drank his medicine when the light bulb burst.


but getting back to what i was saying,

i really like myself,

scott