In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Scraped the bowl, man
Scraped the bowl, man. I needed to calm down. You know, my leg's bothering me, there's money problems, people are shooting and bombing other people, the world's going completely to hell, and so I wanted the ganja, you know what I'm saying?
I understand, farmboy. I think that's okay. Just relax and get a good night's sleep and tomorrow will be another day.
Yeah, that's true. I'm hoping it's better than today. But enough fuckin' complaining. I got a couple hours in front of me to do whatever. Play computer word games, go on Reddit, play guitar as long as I keep it soft.
Right now I'm just living for the weekend, man. Hopefully I'll get some weed and relax some more. But I'll also play guitar, write, plan the summer. I want this to be a great summer, I don't know why.
I wouldn't question it. Myself, I would just go with it.
Yeah, maybe I'll do just that.
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