In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Aurora, Colorado
Man, I've been reading about the shooting in Aurora, Colorado. I don't know when I've heard about anything so fuckin' horrible. I don't know what has happened in this world. The scary thing to me was that this tragedy was so fuckin' thought out. Pre-planned. Fuck.
I know, farmboy. I don't know what to tell you. I'm as shocked as everyone, and it just makes me sad.
I read where the Westboro Baptist Church was going to protest at the memorial. At the memorial! Now, I don't know if they actually came. But I know that their leader -- what's his name? Fred something? Anyway, I guess he made comments about how God sent the shooter...
That man -- Fred Phelps is his name -- I can't stand him and his so-called church.
He's just pure fuckin' evil, man. This shit just makes me furious.
Me too, farmboy.
I just don't understand it. I can't comprehend it...
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