I've been everywhere, man, I've been everywhere …

That's right, Johnny Cash said it best. I realize it has been ages since my last blog, but i have been runnin' around like a chicken with its head cut off. Seriously. It's disgusting. Headless chickens. Yuck. But now i'm here to give y'all the latest. And yes i say y'all, because i have been to Tennessee and back and lived to tell the tale.

Home cookin', Chick-fil-A, Krystal, family, fishin', and friends were just some of the things I got to enjoy while i was at home. Sorry for not being able to see everyone, but what can you do. Man o' man it was great. Slept in every day till noon, spent quality time with the fam, and just relaxed. You know who wasn't relaxing, though? RuffBoyz. What is RuffBoyz, you ask? It's the show that Bill Grandberg, Cory Cavin, and myself wrote and performed.

As soon as I stepped off the plane after being at home, I stepped into a cab and started rehearsing, filming, and trying to finish our show in before its run on Thursday, August 12. By the grace of God, we were able to get the show on its feet (although, it was a bit, er, "ruff," but that is the name of the show). Thanks a ton to everyone who came out and made the show a success. For those who didn't, shame on you. You don't get a ton of anything, only evil glares and fist shakes (cue Old Man Withers saying, "I would have got away with it, too, if it weren't for you meddlin' kids!") But seriously, thanks. I should have some videos from the show posted soon.

I also got a new job. That's right, no more devil. I am now a production assistant for VH1's Best Week Ever. I work on the podcast, Best Night Ever, with the oh so talented editor Cory Cavin. So yeah, that is why there has been no blog in like a month. Also, I am trying to sell my car. So if you need one or know anyone who does, let me know. I will literally just hand over the payments. I just want to get rid of it. I don't need it any more. I no longer commute to Jersey. No Jersey? No car. Get it?

So now that all the madness has calmed, and my head once again rests on my shoulders. I am back. No more headless chickens. No more evil glares. Only love. And chicken kickin', of course. That's right. I figured you all could use a little chicken kickin' in honor of all the headless chickens out there. And yes, my good friend and South Knox's very own Sarah Kirkland is dancing amuck in the video. So check out her music and video on Myspace and friend her. Because this singer/songwriter is gonna chicken kick her way right into stardom (or at the least MySpace). Just like Johnny Cash. Ok, maybe not Johnny Cash. I don't think he was on MySpace. Or was he? (Cue creepy, scary music.)