In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Nectarines and watermelon
The summer is coming to a fuckin' end. I don't want to talk about it.
So why did you bring it up, farmboy?
I just thought I should acknowledge it. I don't know why. But now that I have let's move on to happier stuff.
Such as?
Um...well, damn, I don't know. Isn't that your job?
No. My job is asking you questions. When you let me, that is.
What's that supposed to mean?
Nothing. So, moving on to happier things...
Oh, man, I don't know. I guess having over a week left till work starts is sorta happy.
That's right. Sleeping late, playing guitar.
Eating nectarines and watermelon. I fuckin' love summer, man. I just want it to drag on a much as it possibly can.
You've got over a week, farmboy.
Well, as long as I don't spend it worrying about money I'll be fine.
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