well, let us begin. i went to nashville on wednesday for a baseball tourney. we were supposed to play thursday but got rained out, so we went to the worst mall ever (no record stores?!?!?!), and then to a AAA pro baseball game. that was super fun. then on saturday this kid on my team gets busted for pot and tells them i smoked with him. and i did. so now i'm indefinetally suspended from the team and wasn't allowed to play in the tourney. so my dad and i decided to just fly back home, he wasn't pissed at me or anything, that'd be hypocritical. it was just a bummer. but anyhoo, in the terminal in nashville i recognized jack white. we had a cup of coffee and talked for like 5, 10 minutes. he's a cool guy. so's rene zellwegger. she's his chick. it was cool cuz no one else recognized them or gave a shit, and i just wanted to shake his hand and tell him i appreciated what he had to say in Guitar World last month. we talked about the blues for a bit and i left to go find a MAD magazine. not one fucking gift shop at nashville international carries MAD. pissed me off. and my dad and i can't find the stash. we think my mom did something with it. but she won't cop to it. i could use a spliff now. and a girl. simultaneously. peace love and marijuana sauce...