You know, I just don't know what I'm gonna do with myself.
How so, farmboy?
I'm never fuckin' satisfied, y'know. I ain't never fuckin' satisfied. There's an early Steve Earle song called that. "I Ain't Never Satisfied." Good song.
So tell me about that. You sound like you're really angry -- at yourself.
I am. 'Cause I really am never satisfied. Like, see, I saw that there's gonna be this big folk music festival in August, I think, and I got super bummed-out because I'm not playing in it. So I'm driving to the coffeehouse and I see some people walking somewhere so I start thinking "I bet they're having fun." And then I think, what the fuck, I'm going with my guitar to the coffeehouse where I'm going to see friends and play music. What the fuck. man! I am such a fuckin' asshole.
No you're not. If you were an asshole, you wouldn't have noticed it or questioned it.
Oh. (pauses) That's true, I guess.
But it still pisses me off that I'm always wanting somebody else's life -- not even real life, but what I'm projecting onto these strangers. Fuck. I hope you know what I'm trying to say.
I think I do. Are you stoned?
Me?
Never mind. In this case, farmboy, I think it's a really good thing that you're not satisfied. You have a right to live your own life.
Thanks. I'm glad you understand.
It's the anger at yourself that's not any good. Take a deep breath...
Again with the deep breaths...
,,,instead of immediately beating yourself up. Move on, farmboy.
Move on?
Yes. Instead of all the self-loathing and self-hatred.
I don't know if I can.
It might take some practice. It might be hard. But just try it, farmboy.
Um...let me think about this, okay?
Can we come back to this stuff?
Yeah.
Soon?
I said yeah.
Tomorrow, farmboy?
You got it, man.
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