These pesky words

Okay, let's get this out of the way: I accomplished what I set out to do. I basically made over my one-sheet bio. I rewrote it...or, really, edited it. I put a photo on it. I did this several hours ago,. after I came home from work.

You're doing good.

And you're proud of me!

I can't tell whether you're joking with me or not.

I'm just giving you a hard time, man. You're cool.

Are you proud of you?

Yeah, I am, but it's kinda subdued 'cause I did that stuff hours ago. But, you know, I'm just hoping this all has a snowball effect thing. Or is that affect?

These pesky words, man, they can trip you up. I've spent my life, it seems, dealing with words...

You've been smoking pot!

Fuck, man, I'm always smokin' pot. Not that that's a bad thing. But that's not something I want to get into right now.

What do you want to talk about, farmboy?

I know what I don't want to talk about. I don't want to talk about how I'm eating too much of the wrong foods and not eating enough fruits and vegetables. I don't want to talk about money or finances or how I'm going to be able to buy groceries and gasoline this month. It's Friday night, motherfucker, I gotta live, you know?

I'm not going to argue that. So, what do you want to talk about?

I kinda just want to relax, you know? I don't have to force myself to go to bed. I can just play the guitar or get on the computer and fall asleep when I need to.

So life is...

Life is generally good, right now, at this moment in time. How about you, man?

Good. Life is good.

Life is good. Generally. At this moment in time.