Tough crowd

I am so fuckin' frustrated, man. I want to write, you know, a poem or a song or something, but I can't find anything interesting enough to write about. It's like my mind has all these thoughts and there's a whole lot of static and they're all dancing up there in my mind. It needs to quiet down, my mind.

Have you ever meditated, farmboy?

You know I have, man. It's my preferred state of mind. You know, a little weed, it's one of the most wonderful things in the whole…

farmboy?

Yes?

What are you talking about? This has nothing to do with meditation.

Oh.

I thought you said medication.

You're a funny guy, farmboy.

Hey! Tough crowd. I'll be here all week, folks!