Not much to talk about, or not much I want to talk about. It's just the same, more of the same. Worrying, stress, money, my existence on this planet. All of it. You know?
farmboy, have you been smoking marijuana?
Well, yeah. How can you tell, O Great Interviewer?
I just can. There's nothing wrong with it. Don't act so guilty.
It's just my fuckin' conditioning. Catholic upbringing, you know.
What's that you're listening to?
A recording of this great concert by Emmylou Harris and Ricky Skaggs in Santa Cruz, California. 1979.
Anyway, there's just not a whole lot to say tonight. I just wanted to say howdy.
Howdy yourself. Have a good night, farmboy.
You too, man.
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