In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Sunday, December 8, 2013
So I've been inside
I haven't been outside all day, man. I been staying indoors, it's so fuckin' cold.
What's the temperature right now, farmboy?
Hold on, let me look at the weather. (farmboy goes to the computer and looks up the weather) It's 22 degrees, which is cold for me. So I've been inside, smoking weed and looking at porn on the computer.
Like a huge percentage of the American male population today, I'm sure.
Hey! At least my porn is somewhat…classy, you know?
So…back to the weather…
It's so fuckin' cold, man! If it's gonna be this cold, it should snow so I'd be off work and it would be pretty. I love looking at snow, you know?
You know, it's times like this when I realize how fortunate I am to live where there's heat, where's there's food. I have people who love me. I got music.
I got rhythm?
Who could fuckin' ask for anything more, man?
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