In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
How the fuck do I do it
So I'm still standing here while Providence Health Plans and the Providence empire in general continues to fuck me over. These stupid fuckin' poor excuse for humans...
I know you're angry, farmboy, but you've got to figure out some way of letting go of this. Do what you can and stick up for yourself, but then go on to the next subject. You're not hurting anybody but yourself when you hang on to your anger.
Okay, I agree. How the fuck do I do it, o smart one?
That's why I said you need to figure it out.
All right, then. I'm gonna have to do that, won't I?
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