I blame the beard

At some point between last night and this morning, I had the sudden urge to download the greatest hits of .38 Special from iTunes.


Is this really how I want to break in my new iPod?

No, I have no explanation for this. Maybe all the Johnny Cash I've been listening to lately opened up some sort of "southern fried rock" gland in my brain. If I have another urge over the summer to see these guys at a state fair somewhere, I'll admit I have a problem and seek help.

Hold on loosely. Don't let go.