It holds me together

I'm just hanging out tonight, man. The middle of the week kinda depresses me. It's strange -- you'd think it would be the start of the week. And it probably would be, if I let it. I don't usually allow myself to think about Monday when Monday is actually happening.

That can be a good strategy, farmboy.

It's just fuckin' survival, man. That's all it is. I'm at my most vulnerable in the morning, so I try not to think about anything. 

I mean, so much of how we live is centered around The Fuckin' Job. It's fuckin' ridiculous, you know? I gotta put my work clothes on, I gotta make a fuckin' lunch, I have to be careful at work to not let my co-workers know too much about me-- just because I feel better that way. I like to separate The Fuckin' Job from my real life.

Which is music. Your real life, that is.

Yeah. That's pretty great. These days I come home from work and play guitar and sing, just because it feels good and I know I get better and feel good about myself.

You need to encourage that playing, farmboy.

Oh, I do. It's a gigantic priority. It's super important. It holds me together. I don't know how people who don't play a music instrument make it through life. I think I'd be afraid that I would just explode.

Maybe you would.

Explode?

Yes.

I guess we'll never know, now, will we?