Thursday, July 31, 2008

Star Search

So, two days ago, I’m taking the “Great Test.” It sucks. I despise it. So, I’m at lunch. Chow down on some Subway and I’m headed back into the Marriot for another dose of pain. Coming out of the Marriot, in Jackson, Mississippi, who do I run into? Billy Bob Thorton. I am bad star-struck. I look up at him in his trucker hat and dark sunglasses and manage, “Hey, man!” He replies, “Hey, brother.” “Sling-Blade” Armageddon” “Mr. Angelina Jolie Himself.” He spoke to me on the streets of Jackson, Mississippi.

Hey, brother to you too.

Are You Sure Hank Done It This Way?

Alright, cats and kittens. The kid is back. Blogging, that is. I’m back and with a force. I’m done again with the “Great Test” and I pray to God it’s the last time, but in the long run, this ole boy don’t give a fuck. I’m tired of being tested and ready for some real life. I’m ready for a change, a move and a different set of trees to look at on the way into the office. I hate to say it, but your Ole Miss Expatriate is plotting an escape from the Great State. As a 5th + generation Mississippian, I’ll be sad to leave, but I’m afraid the time might be drawing near where my dreams will take me west. “Go West, young man,” as they used to say. I just may be shaking the dust of southeast and headed for parts unknown. Stay tuned, dear reader. There may be a second chapter to this book.

As one of my hero’s, Waylon Jennings said, “Are you sure Hank done it this way?” It’s a long road to Nashville, and I think ole Hank took a few detours to get there. Its time the Expatriate started finding out where those detour roads lead.