In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Yes, indeed
I'm just biding my time till the weekend, man. I can't fuckin' wait.
Why is that, farmboy? Do you have a busy weekend planned?
No, not really. But it's a three-day weekend. I'm taking a personal day so I can celebrate my birthday. To be honest, my birthday's not a big deal to me. But a three-day weekend where I give myself a break and cut myself some slack. I do these little things that I could do all the time but I don't.
Such as?
I'll probably buy Thai food or something. Maybe fish and chips. Maybe a really good hamburger -- a real one, not a fuckin' fast food hamburger. Maybe I'll go to the movies.
My birthday is like my little secret. Most of my friends don't know it's my birthday, which is fine with me. I don't really get any presents, but I don't need any presents. Just give me my guitar and some weed and I'm a happy guy.
The simple life.
Yes, indeed. Can't wait.
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