In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Friday, September 19, 2014
Fig
So today I ate my first fig.
What? You've never had a fig? farmboy, where've you been?
I've had a fig newton. Does that count?
How did you like it?
The fig newton? A little dry, I suppose…
No, I mean the fig.
It was good. I don't know if I'd eat them very much, really, but figs are okay. They look kinda strange. I wish I was more adventurous in what I eat. I mistrust things sometimes, you know, like feta cheese.
I love feta cheese!
Most people do. Me, I don't trust feta cheese because it's made with goat's milk. And that's totally fuckin' ridiculous! I don't know a single thing about goats. It's just a different animal than the cow.
So, farmboy, would you try a fig again.
Yeah, I probably would. As long as I don't have to look at it.
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