Nashville, Part IV

I couldn't do it...I couldn't kill myself. I felt that the best way to lighten up was make a trip down to the local Deja Vu to see some skin. There was this one beautiful girl that I kept gravitating to time and time again...













God I love Tennessee women! Wendy "the Wild Thang" and I closed the joint down and she asked if I wanted to take the party somewhere else. I recommended the backseat of a Volkswagen, but she had a better idea...















This day couldn't have worked out any better! Not only did I decide to live to see another day, I didn't have to leave a strip club with blue balls.

Nashville, Part III

All of the recent success that I am having has been great. The downside has been that I've developed some habits that some might consider unsavory. I maintain that it helps me to keep my slender figure.










A guy named "Shaggy" sold some acid to me the other day. I had never done that before, nor will I do it again! Snakes and spiders are not to be toyed with...even if they are my imagination.



So now, the record label has found out what I've been doing...my contract was terminated just 3 days before Christmas! I felt lower than a snake's belly in a wagon wheel rut...could I really do myself in!








Find out next time on..."As the Shredder Turns"...

Nashville, Part II

Dear Jeff,

In searching for a replacement vehicle, I am glad to report that I have found it!!
I present to you a 1965 Cobra 427 Roadster.


I've got it on hold in your name...now, be a good boy and run down to Broadway Motor and pick it up for me.

I like Corn (it makes me a jolly good fellow)

If your not aware, we tend to be militant about our corn in Nebraska. If that's not bad enough, I've been reading about this Y2K stuff on the internet and frankly, I'm scared. So, I've holed up some of Nebraska's finest in Buford's Ye Ol' CentCom and we are not coming out until it's over.

Also, I need to ask a favor of you, dear Jeff. I've found this odd looking piece of corn here and I can't figure out it's problem. It's not edible at all and it makes a strange noise. I'm sending it to you via US Postal Service to analyze it. Send it to that shit-hole Akron for analysis if you must.

I expect a detailed report ASAP!

Yours in Corn,

Buford T. Justice

Nashville, Part I

I've been bummed out over the holidays recently. With the good comes the bad. Likewise with the bad comes the good. I was out on the town a few weeks ago, drinking my cares away at a karaoke club when lightening struck twice.

(I can recommend the Yellow Tail Shiraz, by the way). After two and a half bottles of wine, I jumped up on stage. Always the opportunity in Nashville, it happened that I was singing to a big wheel for a major label record company. The next thing I knew, I was in the recording studio...

More to come...