In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
I'm sick
Hey, man, thought I'd give you a call. I'm sick.
I figured so, after I talked to you yesterday. Did you go to work today, farmboy?
Yeah, I have no sick leave, so I have to or else I'll lose that precious fuckin' money, you know? But I'm not that bad...I mean, I feel bad, and all that stuff. I feel really fuckin' lousy, to be honest with you. But I can still go to work.
I just wanted to check in, man. I'm gonna go to bed pretty soon. What you got going for tonight, man? Anything special?
Let's see. It's a Tuesday night. I'll probably read for a while, then turn in early.
Well, man, you have a good one, okay? I'll be talking with you soon.
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