I feel defeated and tired and there's two more fuckin' days at work until the weekend, which I am looking forward to like you would not believe.
You'll make it, farmboy. Just hang in there.
Oh, yeah, I know. (sighs) I just need for these next couple days to pass quickly.
Anyway, man, I just thought I'd stop by so I could hear a friendly, supportive voice. Sometimes I just need someone on my side, you know?
I can do that, farmboy.
I figured you would.
So just tell me that I'm okay and not worthless and not stupid. I feel so fuckin' trapped by everything and everybody, by money and politics and people with their stupid-ass judgements. The sad part is that a good amount of that shit in my life is wholly imaginative. It's just me projecting my own feelings on others.
I may be hopeless. I may be a desperate man.
Do me a favor, man. Tell me I'm okay. Tell me you like me.
farmboy, c'mon. You know you're more than okay. It's just some kind of thinking that you go through. You know you're a smart guy. And lots of people like you, myself included. And farmboy, you know, as your friend I love you.
Ah, thanks, man. I feel the same, you know. I mean...I love you too. As a friend.
(Both farmboy and the interviewer fall silent for a minute)
Uh...boy, I gotta get going, man.
Yeah, I need to get a good night's sleep. Good night, farmboy.
'Night, man.
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