My boy Riley thinks I should get a hobby. I have a hobby: writing pathetic lame shit, sending it out to the world, shoving it down my quickly shrinking list of friends throats, then trashing the post.

What I need is a new hobby.

Daniel and I drove over to Pulaski today, ate some homemade bbq at a local place called Hickory House, then we hit the Home Depot and a place called Gimme 5, where everything is five bucks.

Just cruising through life, Daniel is talking on the phone to some women he has never met, in Oklahoma, with big tities. I told Daniel earlier today that I have not held a women's breasts in my hands for over four years. So I think he is trying to hook me up, but Oklahoma is a ways to drive for that.

Hmmm, is this my new hobby?