In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Sunday, December 9, 2012
So I get to hang
Oh man, one more week at the fuckin' job and then it's time for winter break. I can't fuckin' wait.
I bet. You've had some intense days lately, farmboy.
Yeah. I get to do fuckin' nothin' the first week, man! A friend of mine is coming for the second week, then I get a couple extra days because the timing's sorta weird this year. I mean, I'm off for over a week before Christmas Day. So I get to hang. It'll be good.
It's great to have that luxury of time.
Man, you ain't kidding. So I have five more working days then I have the illusion of freedom for a little while. Which is better than no freedom, you know? I don't know. Maybe it's not an illusion. Maybe I'm as free as I'll ever be.
Which, of course, is still free. Which...
...of course...
is better than no freedom at all, man.
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