You knew this would happen, didn't you? That I would end up freaking out, man, just fuckin' freaking out. I all fuckin' weird, man, and I don't know what I can do...
Whoa, farmboy! I don't know what you're talking about.
I'm talking about everything, man.
(phone rings and farmboy answers)
It's my brother. I need to go pick him and his wife and kid at the airport.
Okay. But first let me know what this is all about. Take a deep breath. And another one. You need to get yourself settled down.
I'm just having a meltdown, man, about money and this summer and my life and I'm sick and I haven't seen family or friends in days and I'm just a fuckin' mess, man.
Would you say you're in a state of panic, farmboy?
Yeah. (farmboy breathes deeply, begins to calm down) Fuck, man, fuckin' panic, fuckin' anxiety. I knew this would happen at some point. Man, it's a fuckin' killer, and this fuckin'...I been sick since before school ended.
Listen, man, I think the worst of it is over...and I think it's because I got to talk to you. Thanks, man, thanks. I just needed to talk to somebody, I'm so fuckin' isolated and scared and sick and alone, and...
Listen, man, I gotta go to the airport...
Are you okay, farmboy?
I think so.
Call me if you need me.
Will do, man. Thanks.
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