In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Thursday, December 5, 2013
So I'm going
So guess what I did?
You ran the New York Marathon? You dreamed of Africa? You walked to the market and back home again? You felt like a seed on the wind? You swam…
What the fuck are you talking about?
I don't know, farmboy. What did you do?
Now I don't want to tell you.
Please, farmboy? I really do want to know.
So I bought a ticket to see this comedian whose work I really love. His name is Mike Birbiglia, and he's kind of a storyteller in a way. He's on This American Life sometimes.
Can I ask how much it cost?
$32.50. Well, plus fees, but I ain't gonna talk about that. This is something I know that I would regret if I didn't go. So I'm going. I never go fuckin' anywhere and I've been working a lot. This is my Christmas present to myself.
Well, then, merry Christmas!
Thanks. You too, man.
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