In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
It's late
Man, I gotta go to work tomorrow and it's late. I picked up my brother and his family at the airport, and their flight came in shortly before 10 o'clock. In the meantime, I drank, like, three cups of strong coffee.
So tomorrow I got to go to work and then I gotta perform. I'm just hoping I won't be so fuckin' tired that I can't do a good job, you know?
Sounds like you're stressing out, farmboy. Don't worry. You'll fall asleep when you fall asleep. Worrying about it won't help any.
Yeah, I know.
So now it's like around midnight and I better start getting ready for bed. Hey, you have a good day tomorrow.
You too, farmboy.
I hope so. We'll see.
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