Real bad

Bad day. 

Bad?

Real bad.

What's going on, farmboy?

Oh, man, another fuckin' rejection by fuckin' music people. It's still too raw, man. I really don't want to talk about it. I just want to self-medicate and let my subconscious do the stuff it will do. Then I'll just be there on the other side.

You know where I am, farmboy. Call me if you need to talk.

Thanks.

Now it's off to weed- and food-land.