11:00 PM - 6:00 AM, Friday - Saturday, January 12th - 13th, 1996: SHOW 99 Killer night once again. Got BWF #67 which is always good. Then brought up Terry Glenn leaving college to turn pro and said how I relate because school is getting harder for me because of the idiots in my class, and the problem of learning stuff in school which I already know from WTVN. An overwhelming majority felt that I should take Spring quarter off to finish the CD, plug it big time in the summer and go back in the fall. Wow, I never thought of that. And only a few said I should stay in. I fear if I leave I will never come back. Some said I should quit and go full boar for the music because that's what makes me happy and life is too short. And these were older people. I'm still stayin' in, but god it's getting rough. Mary called me and was plain mean. She said: "You thought 30 hours of Xmas music was boring...what about BWF...that's horrible. I can't believe Bill White lets you do all this talk and Coffee Talk and yelling...." She went on and on, and that's not a direct quote..the direct quote was probably worse. It was funny though. So pissed that we don't play music. He-fuckin'-llo! It's TALK RADIO. Jesus, why don't these old bags listen to another station, my god. When we play music people go fuckin' crazy too. AHHHHH. Anyway, that and a few other topics took us to Theme Trivia, which was fine until 5:30 and I got easily to the top of the hour with assisted suicide (topic, I didn't actually kill someone). It was nice to see BC in the morning again. You know, I am extremely lucky....Anyway, the show was funny...man, without tooting my own horn, I'm getting funnier and quicker every show. It's like I'm adrenalized. And with no prank callers I'm having a ball. My 100th show is tomorrow...and the milestones keep on comin'...   11:15 PM - 7:00 AM, Saturday - Sunday, January 13th -14th, 1996: SHOW 100 All good things must come to an end. And on my 100th show of all shows. First of all, it was draaaaagin' was draggin' for some reason, but I got it back on it's feet around the top of the first hour. Then the prankers came and never left. Screamin' curse words. God it got old. I got them of the air, but people had no idea, they just thought I was cutting them off because I didn't like what they had to say. I hate the delay for that. The show was probably pretty good, but I just couldn't stand it. If I ever met one of those assholes I would probably beat the FUCK out of them. I am just in no mood.   10:15 PM - 2:00 AM, Sunday - Monday, January 14th - 15th, 1996: Ran ESPN, produced Cannon. Cannon got some prank callers which I thought was great. He then told me how a "good" talk host can deal with them. He's full of shit, if he had ever had a night like mine those last couple of weeks, he'd of been playing music all night. Actually, he played two songs tonight! Can you believe it? How weenie. Then people called up because they didn't want to hear anymore Beach Boys. People have to like my show better. It just is, period. God that's cocky.