In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Sunday, February 3, 2013
I got to take a break
I'm depressed. And I'm angry. I'm eating bad because I can't afford anything. My life fuckin' sucks. That's all I've got to say.
I'm sorry, farmboy. This depression is lasting a long time.
Yeah, it sure is, man.
The tough part is that I can't fight back against fuckin' Providence Health Plans. What a bunch of fuckin' assholes. But I got to take a break. I wish I had some weed. I wish I could buy a hamburger. What the fuck can I do?
You'll figure some way to make it through. You're a smart guy, farmboy.
I'm glad somebody thinks so.
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