In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Sunday, February 1, 2015
A strange weekend
It's been such a…such a strange weekend, man.
I got a call Saturday morning from my brother, the one in Yakima. So he tells me that our stepmother had a heart attack and a stroke and she's in the hospital and it doesn't look good.
Oh my God, farmboy…
Anyway, she's still alive but she will probably pass this week.
I'm so sorry, farmboy.
Thanks, man. I fuckin' hate this kind of stuff, you know?
I know.
I don't feel much like talking, but I might later.
Call me anytime, farmboy.
Thanks, man. I probably will.
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