In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
This fuckin' illness
Well, man, I went back to work today.
How was it, farmboy?
Good, I guess. Only a few students, so it was pretty easy.
How are you feeling?
I'm getting there, man. This fuckin' illness…fuck, it just about did me in, in some ways. I mean, I'm being overdramatic, but it was fuckin' miserable.
Did you ever find out what it was?
It was a viral infection that the doctor said I probably picked up at the school or the bus or something. It's getting better. I'm, like, 70% recovered. Still got a sore throat but the sores on my face are healing, Which is a good thing, 'cause I look like a fuckin' meth addict, a tweaker.
I'm glad you feel better, farmboy. And I'm glad you didn't pass it on to me.
Yeah, you and a whole room of students and staff. I'm so fuckin' glad I have sick leave I can take, I tell you.
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