Not much new to write. I went to a football game in Alabama yesterday and had to sit next to some redneck constantly yelling "the south will rise again". I told him no one cared and I thought he was going to shoot me with his hunting rifle. Went out last night and got wasted on captian and cokes, then I passed out in the backseat of a car. Going out seems to lose its luster after you're completey wasted and can barely walk. 