Nashville was a'ight.

I mean, it was great seeing everybody, but I am wondering if I have too much on my mind these days to even function.

I was barely there. And I think I am getting an ulcer.

By the way, I think the STUPIDEST American tradition ever is people drinking alcohol and then deciding to set off fireworks. And bottle rockets? What dumb cracka invented that? "Hand me the rum! And a box o' matches. Watch me light this fricker! What the--? OW!OW!OW!" Hahahahaha!

Happy freaking Fourth of July.