well after bustin a wheel barring in utah, waiting two days there for a goddamned snap ring that nobody seemed to have, replaced the hub and headed out on the road again. then just before we hit boise my wheen decides to fall off on the fuckin freeway and roll down a hill to some guys field. if it werent for some catlike reflexes id be a pancake after the semi almost hit us. but hell i made it home, two outta three times of makin that trip ive wrecked. god likes fuckin with me, but now im thinkin ill just fly from colorado to washington. its a pity cause it is a really beautiful drive

of course. spend a good minute washin my baby and then its gotta rain, hail, and flood. fuck you murphys law, fuck you

i gotta stop gettin drunk when i git on the internet.

somethin that i dont really understand is why people think its weird that i dont feel the need to go out and meet new people all the time. or that if i dont get laid it dont rightly bother me. hell i love sex and relationships an all that if i score, hey great for me, and if i dont it aint nothin but a thang.
i can look at a pretty gal and not feel the need to try an git in her pants, i can enjoy the scenery and not feel the need to camp there. i aint much of a social butterfly and people dont like that. its how i am dont make me weird, its not like i go about all pissed at the world, its just my personality. so how in the hell does that make me weird?

dont know what im supposed to say but names cole, but most people call me batt or batterton, but i answer to redneck and dumbass too so it dont rightly matter