In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
It'll all work itself out
Hey, man.
Hey yourself, farmboy. Haven't heard much from you lately. Writing?
Yeah. a lot. I'll have a lot of material to work with.
Listen, I just wanted to connect, to touch base, as they say. Whoever "they" are.
How've you been doing?
Well, right now I'm depressed and I'm angry but I'm trying not too think about it too much. I'm just gonna try to get my mind on other stuff. Don't worry -- it's nothing serious, it's just work and lack of weed and lots of frustration. It'll all work itself out. But for now I'm so fuckin' depressed that I'm exhausted.
Get some rest, farmboy. You know I'm here if you need a sounding board.
Thanks, man. Will do.
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