In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Sunday, July 20, 2014
"See? I'm your witness"
Man, I am so fuckin' exhausted. I'm just totally thrashed from last night.
The big concert! The CD release! So, tell me, how was it? Did you have fun?
It was a-fuckin'-mazing, man. It was just a fuckin' panic leading up to the show, but that's over with now. The concert was so well-attended. I am very loved, seriously.
I could have told you that, farmboy.
Yeah, but I have a hard time with it. I just can't accept it. I mean, if I were to see me, I'd run the other way, you know?
I know.
But there's this, like, inner farmboy that stands back and observes and goes "See? I'm your witness. This happened, and I'm remembering everything that I can. I'm keeping this experience for you. So you can pull it out and say 'I've got proof.'"
That's a good experience that you had, farmboy. Not just the concert, but your "inner farmboy" keeping your memories. Too bad you can't bottle that up and sell it.
Oh, man, I would be so fuckin' rich.
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