In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Monday, July 28, 2014
never helped me none
Hey, man, how are you?
I'm fine, I'm good. How are you, farmboy? Did you get everything accomplished today that you wanted to?
I got some of it accomplished. Not everything. But I'm not beating myself up about it because I did some stuff, you know? And all that fuckin' shame and guilt stuff, that never helped me none anyway.
I'm glad to be hearing you say that. You're the crown prince of shame and guilt, farmboy.
Don't I fuckin' know it. We'll just have to see how this all works out, won't we?
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