In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Monday, January 21, 2013
I got something wrong
Hey, man, I just wanted to let you know that I'm doing okay.
Glad to hear it, farmboy, What the hell happened?
I'm not fuckin' sure, man. I mean, I got some really fucked financial news. But my reaction, man...
Was scary?
Scared the fuckin' shit out of me. I don't know. and fuck, man, I was thinking about fuckin' suicide. Not that I would do it. I don't think I would ever do it.
This was like a fuckin' breakdown of some sort where everything built up, up to the point where it was making me physically ill. I had to take three days off work. Life was painful in all sorts of ways. Hot damn, man.
I need some help.
Yes you do.
I gotta do some thinking about who and where and how.
Ask your doctor, farmboy.
Believe me, I will.
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