I am supposed to be working on my lesson for tonight, but I just can't bring myself to do it. I really think I am cracking up. I hear "Run, Run, Run, the race" (Jeff Slaughter is the devil) in my head all the time. I close my eyes and hear the whiney pleas of a thousand children all wanted water or to go to the bathroom or to hold a flag. My hands twitch and feel empty without a pair of scissors and I find that I can (Jeff Slaughter is the devil) talk to my wife without a picture to point to. If it wasn't the last night I think I would need professional help.

(By the way, just kidding, Jeff, I love your music. I honestly can't figure out how you do it year in and year out)