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[01 Feb 2004|02:12pm]
Damn. With about 30 minutes left in the race, the right-rear rocker arm broke on Tony and Dale Jr's car. They couldn't fix it with the amount of time they had, so Tony went out and made laps that were fast enough to still win the race. The car was so fucked up, though, that at times, there was only two wheels on the ground. He was doing an incredible job, but with 17 minutes to go, the left rear tire straight up fell off the wheel, thus ending the race for Dale and Tony and Andy. Good race, though. Tony said they're gonna come back next year with platinum spinnas and win the thing in reverse.

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[01 Feb 2004|11:41am]
Dale Earnhardt Jr., Tony Stewart, and Andy Wallace are about 1 hour and 20 minutes away from winning the 24 Hours of Daytona. Dale Jr. just got out of the car, after putting a hurtin' on that ass in the rain, for Tony to finish the race. Endurance races are quite fun to watch and it's really cool to see Jr. whipping all these strictly road-course drivers' asses.

My boy, #48, is gonna be weavin' and bobbin' and runnin' over that Patriot defense later in the afternoon. Gonna be representin' Auburn like I don't know what.


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[30 Jan 2004|11:39pm]
Who's Gonna Fill Their Shoes

Written by T. Seals and M.D. Barnes

You know this old world is full of singers
But just a few are chosen
To tear your heart out when they sing
Imagine life without them
All your radio heros
Like the outlaw that walks through Jesse's dream

No, there will never be another
Red-headed stranger
A Man in Black and Folsom Prison Blues
The Okie from Muskogee
Or Hello Darling
Lord I wonder, who's gonna fill their shoes

(Chorus:)
Who's gonna fill their shoes
Who's gonna stand that tall
Who's gonna play the Opry
And the Wabash Cannonball
Who's gonna give their heart and soul
To get to me and you
Lord I wonder, who's gonna fill their shoes

God bless the boys from Memphis
Blue Suede Shoes and Elvis
Much too soon he left this world in tears
They tore up the Fifties
Old Jerry Lee and Charlie
And old Go Cat Go still echoes through the years

You know the heart of country music
Still beats in Luke the Drifter

You can tell it when he sings I Saw the Light
Old Marty, Hank and Lefty
Why I can feel them right here with me
On this Silver Eagle rolling through the night

(Repeat chorus)


George Jones can sing 'em like no other.

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[28 Jan 2004|05:36pm]
Good Q&A; for people who hate Bullshit:
http://inthesetimes.com/comments.php?id=38_0_4_0_C

And more:
http://www.vonnegut.com/times1.asp


Thanks to Jones, I now have The Full Johnny (http://www.ohboy.com/compstore/fj.html). If anyone would like to be educated, I'll send you a CD with the whole thing (minus the Anthology) on it in Mp3 format.

"My name is John Franklin and I make movies. File sharing is ruining my life."

Oh yeah? Well, it just so happens that my main goal in life is to ruin yours.
I didn't pay $8 to hear your propaganda.

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[28 Jan 2004|04:15pm]
Jones clocked me. I changed a tire today in 37 seconds.

That might be a lie. But it was damn quick no matter.

Maybe I should quit running over nails.

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[22 Jan 2004|11:56am]
FUCK THE POLICE.

If Art Garfunkel wants to smoke some pot, or PCP for that matter, let him. And me too. And everyone else. And fuck the Patriot Act. Sure, I bet the cop smelled pot when he walked up to the car. Just like the drug dogs in that raid at the high school a couple of months ago that smelled "drug residue" on 14 kids' bags, but found no drugs. The only time I've ever been pulled over, before the cop asked me anything else, he said he smelled alcohol. Of course, he probably did since I had an open beer, but even if I hadn't that motherfucker (who pulled me over for going 41 mph in an area that goes from 45 mph to 25 mph in a matter of 300 feet) would have said he smelled alcohol. Drug dogs are trained to go nuts on certain commands the cops give them...and that gives them probable cause to search you and your car and your house and your ass.

I'm issuing a blanket challenge to all cops and fascists (el Presidente included of course) in the world. Me vs. You in hand to hand combat. If you would like to set up an appointment, e-mail me at JohnDoe959@aol.com and I'll be glad to arrange a time and a place.

Cop: Sir, I smell drugs. Could you step out of the car, please.

Me: Drugs? Any particular kind of drugs, officer?

Cop: Well, I've never actually seen the stuff, but at "The Academy," they taught us that marijuana smells like people. And I'm getting a very strong "people" odor coming from your general direction.

Me: Oh, I see. I was taught at "The Last Time I Got Pulled Over" that all cops are assholes, no matter what they smell like.

Cop: This is a fact. We are all assholes. We were jocks in high school and then we realized that muscles and shit for brains don't mean anything in the real world unless you have a badge, like this one (shows me his badge).

Me: Oh.

Cop: Yeah, sometimes when I do stuff like take a child away from his parents because they smoke dope, I get kind of bummed and think maybe what I'm doing is wrong. But then, I take out a book that my dad gave me called "Famous Quotes By Guards at Auschwitz" and that always clears my head and my conscience. Pontius Pilate kind of founded the school of reasoning that me and the rest of the non-thinking assholes in the world use. It's called "I'm Just Doing My Job."

Me: To quote my hero, Lucas Jackson: "sayin' it's your job don't make it right, Boss."

Cop: Well, that may be true, but President Bush saying it's my job does make it right. He's the third of the Divine Right Presidents. You can't argue with God.

Me: You've got a point there, Officer Asshole. God doesn't tolerate people questioning unjust laws.

Cop: You're telling me. One time I almost didn't arrest this black kid because he looked like he was up to no good, but then, I got a message from God that said, "all black kids are up to no good. Arrest him at once!"

Me: Jesus! You talked to God?

Cop: (tearing his shirt) Don't blaspheme in presence of an Officer of the Law!

Me: Oh, sorry. I was just interested in your conversation with the Almighty.

Cop: Well, in that case, I'll let it slide, but if you ever use The Lord's name in vain again, I'll rip all my clothes off.

Me: Jumpin' Jehosaphat! we wouldn't want that. Tell me about you and the Old Man chummin' it up.

Cop: Well, see, I was about to let that black kid go because he hadn't, in the eyes of the law, done anything wrong. But then, out of nowhere, I remembered a lesson I learned from an episode of "Cops." See, if you don't have anything to arrest someone for, you tell them you're going to arrest them and then they usually flip out. Well, once they flip out, you can arrest them for resisting arrest.

Me: Well, how can you arrest them for resisting arrest if you have no reason to arrest them?

Cop: That's the beauty of it...especially now with The Patriot Act. As long as you're taking someone into custody, even if you have no right to, if they tense up when you're putting the cuffs on or they trip and fall or whatever, they can be arrested for resisting arrest.

Me: Man, you guys sure thought of everything. But, you still didn't tell me about you talking to God.

Cop: Oh, well, I guess I just figured that me thinking of something for myself was a miracle and that it must have been God that put that idea there, because it sure as hell didn't come from inside my head! Hahahahaha!

Me: Quite true. Hahahaha!

Cop: Anyway, the reason I pulled you over was because I'm a stupid son of a bitch and I have nothing better to do with my life than fuck with innocent people.

Me: That's understandable...seeing as you're an incredible ass.

Cop: Well, about that pot I smelled. I think I'm going to have to place you under arrest.

Me: You can't fool me! I'm not going to resist. You just told me this trick.

Cop: BLAST! I knew I shouldn't have told you The #1 Police Tactic.

Me: Better luck next time, dick.

Cop: Thanks.

Ah, I feel much better now.


Peace.
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[20 Jan 2004|08:39am]
[ music | Mark Knopfler - Speedway at Nazareth ]

Gatlinburg was fun. I had never been there and had no idea that it was Panama City but with mountains instead of a beach. They were having a Jesus Freak convention up there and there was literally thousands of little kids out being little punks while their parents made plans about the future of their religion and how to make sure their kids don't find the truth. Jesus, did I say that, or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?
Gatlinburg and the neighboring Pigeon Forge could have just as easily been the setting for Fear and Loathing as Las Vegas. If they aren't the Vortex of the American Dream, I don't know what is. There was at least 20 Putt-Putt places and just as many of those Olde Timey Photo shops. I didn't actually spend much time in town, except to meet some of my buddies who were in Gatlinburg too, and like me, had no idea why. We went to the only cool place in town which was a brewery and the rest of the time I spent in the house Walt rented up on the mountain looking at the sweet view.
Almost got in a fight with Willie Mac about returning videos. He thought that the place would come pick them up and I told him to shut the fuck up and that he was the stupidest son of a bitch alive if he thought that was true.

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[16 Jan 2004|10:33am]
Went over to Tonny's last night and cooked some vittles. Pork choppy-chops, corn bread, asparagus, corn, egg salad, sauted onions, mushrooms, and peppers...and maybe more, I forget. Anyway, it was great. Leamer and Tonny are going to Gatlinburg, TN today to stay the weekend in a house they rented and asked if I wanted to come. I do, but there is this dude that's gonna be there that thinks he's good friends with me but I can't fucking stand to be around him. He's honestly the one person in the world that annoys me so bad that I wouldn't go stay in a pimp house for free because of him. And for most annoying people I can be like, "hey, shut the fuck up, I fucking hate you. Don't ever say another word in my presence or I'm gonna stomp the shit out of you, asshole"...but for him, he'd just laugh and think I was trying to be funny if I said that to him.
And, he and his girlfriend are getting married, which in and of itself makes me want to puke, but they take it to a whole new level or pukedness. And I'm supposed to go to their wedding, but I'm not because I have to go to another goddamnmotherfuckingwedding here in Atlanta. I actually want to go to their wedding so I can get drunker than I have ever been and act like a total asshole like this guy has done at every wedding I've ever seen him at. The last wedding he was at with me he got drunk as hell and about 8 of us had a big fight in my front yard at 2 in the morning on a Sunday. Then this goose punches out a window on his truck and drives two hours to Auburn. The previous wedding, he kicked out his windsheild and unloaded everything in his truck in the front lawn of the groom's parent's house...classy.

Fuck you.


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[15 Jan 2004|01:03pm]
You keep-a knockin' but you can't come in.

Been away for a while. That last post of mine had a link in it to a radio show that was being broadcast from Ireland and those cats were doing a 2-hour tribute to John Prine...and it was the nut. I postponed going to Athens on Saturday to listen to it.
Moved some shit to Athens for Leigh on Saturday and then got drunk that night and the next with her and Sherri. Came home Monday and headed straight out for South Carolina to see my aunt. On Tuesday we drove to North Carolina and went to visit Dale Earnhardt Inc., Richard Childress Racing, Rousch Racing, and Joe Gibbs racing. DEI was crazy, but you couldn't see them working on the cars...just a cool museum about Dale, Jr., and Mikey. RCR was off the grill. They had a HUGE museum in what used to be the area where they built Dale's cars...and won 6 of his 7 championships. They had about 30 cars in there. Got to see his 1998 Daytona 500 winning car, Harvick's car that he won at Atlanta in after Dale died, Harvick's Busch car that he won the championship with and blew up the tires after the race doing burnouts, the car Dale won Bristol with by wrecking Texas Terry on the last lap, and much more.
Rousch was pretty cool because you could see them working on the cars. I got to say what up to Jimmy Fennig, who is Kurt Busch's crew chief.
When we got to Joe Gibbs racing there was one of Tony Stewart's cars and one of Bobby's cars out in front and Joe was getting his picture taken with them. I could have gone up and talked to him because it was just him and a photographer, but as nice as I know the Coach is, he is kind of intimidating...that probably goes along with his two professions. Their shop was the coolest in that you could see the whole area (from a bird's eye view) of where they were building the cars. They had about 35-40 cars in there in various stages of their lives.
Went back to the ATH yesterday to help Leigh and Sherri paint, but that didn't get done and we ended up getting drunk and going out to eat with Baby Sweet and Weg and Mary Elizabeth and Heath. Went home, played a game and listened to music and had a rockin' ol' time. Just got back home and am seriously thinking about going back because Bozeman's band is playing up there tonight...and you dirty bastards (Kyle and Reeves) didn't get the message to me until it was too late.

That is all.

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[10 Jan 2004|03:39pm]
If you like Prine, GO HERE NOW (it's a live radio broadcast, so it might be over if you see this later).
http://www.bbc.co.uk/northernireland/rf_popup.shtml


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[10 Jan 2004|01:39pm]
I will once again state that City Dogs will NOT go for a sandwich. Let me restate, they're gonna go for the sandwich, but only after they've taken a bite of that ass. They're a different breed, City Dogs are.

I'm not on acid.

Went over to the Dutton Family residence yesterday and celebrated Mrs. and Ashley Dutton's birthdays. Went out to eat and got me some 25oz. beers and some mushroom drenched beef tips. WOOO WOOO! http://lisupras.com/wooo.html

Gonna head to the ATH this after and chill at Leigh's new abode.


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[08 Jan 2004|12:26pm]
Woke up this morning, put on my slippers, walked in the kitchen and died. And, oh, what a feeling, when my soul went through the ceiling and on up into heaven I did ride.

Actually, I watched Grateful Dawg on IFC when I woke up.
Went to Kobi Steak House with Baracuda Bax and LS Hooks last night and got fat. Came home and drank Red Hook beers and threw darts and watched TV and listened to music and wrote dirty words on people's hand as well as recieved dirty words on my hands. Ty and Lauren spent the night and have since left.
I got tickets for the DAYTONA 500 (!!!) for me and my cousin, Troy, last night. I've never been to a race at Daytona, much less the 500. I can't fucking wait. I'm having serious NASCAR withdrawl and to kick off the season this hard is gonna be nice. I'm gonna need to get some mesh tank tops if I plan on going to the beach. Or some wife beaters with air brushed pot leaves and Dale Earnhardt's face on them. And one that says "F DE PO-LEECE...right in the A-hole".


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[06 Jan 2004|01:57pm]
Good times abound. Met up with my people at the brewery yesterday and swilled beers for a spell, then came to my house and had a feast. Mofo was on the beef steak, I hooked up the collard greens, corn bread, and egg salad, Baby Sweet made the mashed potatos and Jones stood there and made fun of Italian dressing. Adams and Baxter and Weg and Ferg came over and the eight of us played poker until about 5 in the AM. I won about $40 and got some 2nd and 3rd degree burns on my hand from reaching in to the oven while heating up some pizza and missing my mark. Baby Sweet passed out early and we tried to Duck tape him up, but the only good that came from it was me taking his socks off and shoving them in his mouth.

That is all.


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[05 Jan 2004|03:07pm]
NEW ORLEANS (Jan. 5) - Singer-songwriter Ray Davies of the celebrated British rock band the Kinks was shot in the leg while chasing thieves who snatched a purse from a woman he was with, police said Monday. He was not seriously injured.


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[05 Jan 2004|01:04pm]
Damn, the weather was nice yesterday. After I helped move Leigh's shit to Athens I came home and drove around town with my windows down and soaked in the 71 degree air. In January.
Watched LSU pretty much dominate last night with Adams and Mofo and Ferg and Hitler. Was drinking a Red Hook post game and just straight up dropped it on my table-o-knowledge. Soaked two stacks of about 25 CDs, two DVDs and two or three books. Needless to say, I am gonna try to not do that again. It's raining and I'm planning on going to the Sweetwater Brewery today if it quits raining.


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[04 Jan 2004|11:28am]
What ever gave people the impression that I gobble Xanax all the time? Every time I check my mail I've got at least two e-mails from people trying to sell me pills. And, I don't need three inches added to my penis. A little might not hurt, but three inches? If you need three extra inches, then you need to learn another way to please the ladies.

About to put on my work boots and go move some furniture.

Go LSU. Make the SEC look like it should.


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[02 Jan 2004|03:56pm]
Eastside!

(so I don't get shot)


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[01 Jan 2004|05:02pm]
Holy crap. That game was intense. The motherfucking Bulldawgs almost lost after having been up 24-0. Goddamn, I hate the Bulldawgs. Nothing would have made me happier than for them to lose...except maybe downtown Athens burning down so no UGA student could stand to live anymore.

By the way, War Damn Eagle. My boys Ronnie Brown and Carnell "Rollin' on 24's" Williams got the job done yesterday in the Music City Bowl. Jason Campbell is the stupidest human being alive, though.

Being the anti-socialite that I am, I spent New Year's Eve drinking by myself and singing along with Dwight Yoakam and Johnny Cash.

Widespread Panic played their last show for at least a year last night, so maybe this will allow "Broke Neck" Robbie to stay alive and out of jail for at least that long...but I'm sure he'll still be a smelly goddamn hippie.

My brother is moving to West By God Virginia on Saturday to do research for various universities. I imagine I'll be taking care of Lucas Jackson (his puppy) a good deal.

I haven't eaten a damn thing for over two days and I'm getting hungry. I think I'ma go take care of bidness.

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[30 Dec 2003|10:26am]
Jesusgodalmighty. I got pretty drunk last night. Me and Matty and Dutton and Ashley and Robbie and Amanda and Rudder and Walton and Melissa and Baxter and Baby Sweet and Tree went to the Bucket Shop and got tore the fuck up. I drank a couple pitchers of Sweetwater 420 and that about did me in. They were playing some bunk ass music on the radio, so me and Bax had to drop a couple dimes in the juke box and crank out some "Cocaine Blues" and the like. J.R.C. can always get a party going. Came home and I don't know what...I imagine I smoked some pot and listened to music, then someone probably helped me to bed. Ashley and David just left and Robbie and Amanda are staying here until they go check into their hotel and start getting ready for the Widespread Panic (goddamn hippies) show.
I think I'ma go smoke some herb and head to the Waffle House.

Craine, my buddy gave me this CD with a HST speech/Q&A; session at some college in the 70's. It's not that great quality, but it's worth a listen. I'll get you a copy sometime if you want one.


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[29 Dec 2003|11:25am]
I know it was probably a dream...but I swear to god that I had lunch with Charles Manson yesterday. That dude is a nut. You can't have a normal conversation with him.

I'm trying to get tickets for the Daytona 500. If anyone wants to buy me some, I'll accept them free of charge.

I got The Sounds of Science and De La Soul is Dead the other day and been working up a routine to do on my new Karaoke (sp?) machine. Gonna be sweet.


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