yeah so i'm home and it's way before spring break. but hey i'm leaving again in a week so fuck off. i came back down to tear down the garage and do some other shit so we can switch homeowners insurance. then back to the land of Oz. or waco, tx. as the case may be. strange place, i dig it alot. no preconcieved notion of who i am or what i am supposed to be... well, that's not exactly true, i' m named for my grandfather and he used to swing a fairly large dick back in the day, but it's been 15 years, so the effect is mild. but mostly it's my dad, he hasn't been in the nightlife in waco in 20 years and people still know who he is and how he was/is, not to my face, but in their face. usually they ask if i'm stephen george's boy if they even snap at all. it's not like everyone knows, just people around 45 and up. but as far as college age peoples, they have no idea, they don't know about being homeschooled or from pearland or any kind of other insidious bullshit. and it's a college town so nobody went to the same highschool and the fact i didn't go to anybody's highschool is now null and void. i just work, make music, and party, next fall i'll go to TSTC and this will be my life. dylan thomas spoke of never being able to go home again once you leave. i've only been gone for a month and i have trouble falling asleep in my own bed. plus i can't trip the light fantastic whenever i want to down here. in waco the beer is cheap, everyone has herb, and the girls are 100% more horny; but above all, i feel at home. peace love and if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit everybody let me hear ya say, "oh yeaher!"...