In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Fuckin' whatever, man
You know, I don't mean to say this in a negative way...
But...
I don't know why we keep going, we keep hoping, we keep fuckin' striving. 'Cause you know, man, it's all going to shit in the end.
Maybe it's because we secretly enjoy the hoping, going and striving. (pauses) I don't know if I got the order right.
Yeah, I guess. Maybe we're hardwired. Whatever that means. Maybe a lot of us can't help it. Of course, you can always point to people that it didn't work for. Fuckin' whatever, man.
Why do I ask these questions?
Maybe you secretly enjoy it.
It feels more like I can't help it.
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