I'm in love! 
Well, I'm at least smitten. 
I was in the 57 Chevy wagon, northbound on Loop 1 (which isn't actually a loop) to get my pompadour cut. Then it happened. Up ahead, I saw this old red over black Mercury. As I passed, I looked over and the driver was a girl, no, not just a girl, THE girl. She had magenta hair and funky sunglasses. As I passed, she looked me in the eye and smiled. I tipped my psychobilly hat in return. I honestly couldn't even tell you if she's cute, but she's obviously cool and after all, cool is way more important than cute isn't it? Sadly, making momentary eye contact with her makes her one of the top ten longest and most satisfying relationships I've ever had. 
Where are you Hot-Rod-Girl? 
I voted early the other day. I voted in Lakeway, which is filled with YUPPIES. I had to sit in a long line with them. I stood next to the Christian book rack filled with titles like "God Made the Stars" and "The Power of a Husband's Prayers" and listened to them talk about politics like they were members of the Third Reich. Soccer mom's talked about the sanctity of marriage and the evils of practicing mad science on fetuses. The old man with the cup of Starbucks talked about how good ol George W saved us from Saddam in the nick of time and how he didn't like the word "hate" but here sure disliked Kerry a lot. The whole experience made voting a lot more arduous than necessary, but it definitely made me glad I put my two cents in to be counted. PLEASE GO VOTE!
On that note, It's time to poke a little fun...
Satan and the very sweet girl who's mind he has somehow corrupted:
The world's only psycobilly cop and his Texas hero:
Well, I'm at least smitten. I was in the 57 Chevy wagon, northbound on Loop 1 (which isn't actually a loop) to get my pompadour cut. Then it happened. Up ahead, I saw this old red over black Mercury. As I passed, I looked over and the driver was a girl, no, not just a girl, THE girl. She had magenta hair and funky sunglasses. As I passed, she looked me in the eye and smiled. I tipped my psychobilly hat in return. I honestly couldn't even tell you if she's cute, but she's obviously cool and after all, cool is way more important than cute isn't it? Sadly, making momentary eye contact with her makes her one of the top ten longest and most satisfying relationships I've ever had. Where are you Hot-Rod-Girl?
I voted early the other day. I voted in Lakeway, which is filled with YUPPIES. I had to sit in a long line with them. I stood next to the Christian book rack filled with titles like "God Made the Stars" and "The Power of a Husband's Prayers" and listened to them talk about politics like they were members of the Third Reich. Soccer mom's talked about the sanctity of marriage and the evils of practicing mad science on fetuses. The old man with the cup of Starbucks talked about how good ol George W saved us from Saddam in the nick of time and how he didn't like the word "hate" but here sure disliked Kerry a lot. The whole experience made voting a lot more arduous than necessary, but it definitely made me glad I put my two cents in to be counted. PLEASE GO VOTE!
On that note, It's time to poke a little fun...
Satan and the very sweet girl who's mind he has somehow corrupted:
The world's only psycobilly cop and his Texas hero: