Fuckin' hot day, man. Upper 90's maybe?
You lived in central Texas for, what, 11 years?
I had A/C in Austin. Everything had A fuckin' C in Austin. I love Austin. I'm glad I live by family and I'm really glad I know my niece, but, fuck, man, I miss Austin.
There's terrible fires going on in Texas. In Bastrop County they've lost 1200 homes. And that was yesterday's news.
Speaking of, like, horrible unthinkable tragedies, tomorrow...
September 11. Ten year anniversary.
Man, I see all this attention and...you know, attention has to be paid towards it. I know there's probably a good amount of crass commercialism, but this is an important anniversary. I mean, we're still fuckin' here, and by "we" I mean everybody in this sad old world.
It's, like, the one thing I don't want to hear jokes about or people comparing it to other tragedies. I mean, that's something I could have never imagined, you know?
That's true, farmboy. It was horrible. Unspeakably horrible.
What are you going to do tomorrow?
I may go see my brother and his family. It would be good to get out of the house.
You know, I'm still majorly depressed and anxious, but I'm thinking I may be a little bit more social. I went to the coffeehouse tonight, I've actually been in contact with people on facebook. Kickstarter is all set up and ready to go, but I don't want to kick it off until after September 11th. So there are some good things happening, little by little. My apartment's getting cleaner, slowly but surely.
But the depression's still there?
Yeah. And I'm gonna be anxious until the fuckin' powers that be in the school district finally assign me and I get kinda comfortable there. And now the money problems are coming back because I'll be a substitute...and that's something I don't even want to think about.
So don't think about it, farmboy.
Believe me, I won't. 'Cause I've got Kickstarter and I've got new songs and I am very, very thankful for anything that is positive that has to do with music.
And tomorrow's only going to be 90 degrees.
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