"But ah'm not afraid of dyin'. Cause I know that when I get to heaven there are gonna be these wonderful trees, and ah'm gonna climb them. But you know what? Instead of leaves and flowers, those trees are gonna have fried eggs, and delicious Virginia ham, and big heaping bowls of biscuits and sausage gravy. And one day, Sammy, you're gonna meet me there, and we're gonna climb those breakfast trees together, and it's gonna be delicious and we're gonna be happy until the end of time."

7.24.2004

It all began with a tin can

Short Post (thank god, right?).  Ross is in town, so no time to waste, but since I yell at everyone else for not posting, I guess I should hold myself to it.    Still house sitting in Farragut, thanks to all who have made the trek to keep me company in this big ol' lonely house.  Ross and I are about to paint the town drunk in a little bit, at some point I hope to introduce him and his wallet to West Knox News.  The soggy summer rolls on...

I want to see Coffee and Cigarettes.  Make this happen, you.

 

posted by glasshole at 8:16 PM