billy bob is not my neighbor, he’s just a guy…

i sit on my porch, listening to thriller on vinyl, and drinking a beer…

the neighbors are outside and hear my music…

one of them comes over and says: ‘it’s a sad day, isn’t it?’

me: ‘why?’

neighbor: ‘ah…michael jackson died.’

me: ‘what?!?’

neighbor: ‘i thought that’s why you were listening to thriller!’

me: ‘haha, no it is. i’m just messing with you.’

neighbor: ‘oh, ha. ah…i live next door. my name is jim.’

me: ‘hey jim. what the fuck you doing on my lawn?’

posted at 8pm on 06/25/09 | no comments | filed in shoebox discuss

russell lays out the gospel…

drinking at the pig with russ, sam, tyler, becky and myself:

russ: ‘look, i’ll tell you about jesus. first herod acquitted him, then pilate acquitted him, then blah blah blah…then: where’s jesus mother fuckers?!?!?’

posted at 2pm on 06/07/09 | no comments | filed in shoebox discuss

shoe resoled, vol. 45…

see bottom of page…

posted at 12am on 05/15/09 | no comments | filed in shoebox discuss

text message convos, vol. 7…

the text message conversations between ben and i from september 18th, 2008 through may, 14th, 2009:

me: ‘at a braves game and missing you.’

me: ‘you get texts? call me.’

me: ‘ben!’

me: ‘ben!’

me: ‘god fucking damnit. i miss you man.’

me: ‘ben!!’

me: ‘hey bastard. call me.’

me: ‘i’m a cherry ghost.’

me: ‘ho ho.’

me: ‘i’m at a wilco concert in oxford.’

me: ‘dude.’

notice who is missing from this conversation…

bastard.

posted at 12am on 05/15/09 | no comments | filed in shoebox discuss

and the winner is…

a local newspaper here in oxford called ‘the local voice’ recently had a city wide voting campaign for the local favorites…

and i won 4% of the vote in the ‘favorite clergy/minister’ category!

also receiving 4% of the vote: jesus!

the winner, with 15% of the vote, was tyler, the bartender at my favorite pub, the blind pig…

when i walked in today, he apologized for taking my votes…

me: ‘that’s cool man. it’s been my experience that bartenders make better ministers anyway.’

posted at 12am on 05/15/09 | no comments | filed in shoebox discuss

language barrier…

me and some of my youth are serving a meal for a local hispanic worship service…

a mother and son come to the table to get some lasagne…

me: ‘be careful, that plate is…’

i look to one of my kids: ‘how do you say hot in spanish?’

jake: ‘ah…caliente.’

me: ’siete?’

jake: ‘no, that’s seven. caliente.’

me: ‘i thought that was sientate.’

jake: ‘no, that means sit down.’

me: ‘what was the word, calamari?’

jake: ‘caliente.’

me, to mother and son: ‘that plate is very caliente!’

taylor: ‘actually, you just told them the plate is very spicy.’

me, again to mother and son: ‘yes, the plate is very spicy.’

they laugh at me…

me: ‘yeah, i can’t speak spanish. no habla spanish. sorry.’

posted at 11pm on 05/14/09 | no comments | filed in shoebox discuss

the unauthorized, uncut ending to dawson’s creek…

i wrote this the day after the show ended…

click here

posted at 11am on 04/22/09 | no comments | filed in shoebox discuss

the sole

things that touch my ground…

albums i’m listening to:
wilco (the album), wilco
in ear park, department of eagles

books i’m reading:
the stranger, albert camus

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(click on entries for more info)

the laces

the things that keep me together…

current favorite song:
winter, the dodos

current favorite drink:
firefly vodka

the shoebox

all old posts are tossed in here…

open the lid

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