In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
My last supper
Tomorrow, man, back to my fuckin' job. I am so depressed. I don't want to do anything, but I just wanted to say hi. I'm glad you did, farmboy. What's up for tonight? Potato chips, man. My last supper. My final meal.
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