In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Monday, April 23, 2012
Grouchy
Man, this just fuckin' sucks. I ain't even tired and I have to go to bed so I can wake up and go to my fuckin' job. Seems like everything I do is centered around the fuckin' job. You know, being a good little soldier ant.
You may not feel it, farmboy, but you sound tired. Maybe you should go to bed.
Yeah, I know. My teeth are brushed, clothes are laid out, tomorrow's lunch is made. I guess I could go to bed. You know, wake up fresh and all that shit.
Plus, I guess I get grouchy when I get tired.
Oh, really? I hadn't noticed.
Have a good night, man.
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