In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Friday, January 16, 2015
Bored
I'm bored.
You're never bored, farmboy. You have songs to write, books to read, questions to ask. You've got a guitar, a computer, and an imagination. How can you be bored?
I think I've just been at my fuckin' apartment too much, man, with, like, being sick and shit. I need to go out. I need to see people.
I can't believe this is you talking…
I'm not saying I want to, I'm saying I need to. There's a difference.
Well, farmboy, I'm glad that you're recognizing that you need to be around others. I know how you can isolate yourself.
Yeah, I isolate myself a lot.
What are you going to do about it?
I don't rightly know, man. I am going out to have a coffee with a friend tomorrow, though.
Good start.
I'm looking forward to it, man.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment