Sunday, July 10, 2011

About seven years old


You're back late. What time is it?

It's almost 2 a.m. I just got back from playing the fundraiser for music in schools over at the coffeehouse.

And how was it, farmboy?

It was good. People were concerned. (Starts tearing up) People fuckin' love me.

Are you okay, farmboy?

Yeah, man, I'm good.

How does it feels to be loved?

I usually can't feel it.

How about tonight, though?

Tonight it makes me want to fuckin' cry. I felt, oh, you know, about seven years old when I was at the coffeehouse, I was so vulnerable, man.

So you felt that you were loved...

By other human beings, yes.

And that felt...?

It felt...it felt safe.



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