In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
Rock in my shoe
Man, I tell you, I've went and done something to my right leg, I don't know what. I can't walk all that much 'cause it fuckin' hurts big time.
That's a shame, farmboy. How did this happen?
Well…I've been having problems with my knee and this morning I got a fuckin' rock in my shoe and I guess I kinda moved wrong. I'm taking off work tomorrow and going to the doctor's office.
My main problem, of course, is that from now until then gives me this opportunity to worry myself into all sorts of shit.
I guess you'll just have to keep busy tonight instead of doing your usual self-analysis.
Yeah, ain't it too bad. Maybe I'll watch a movie or something.
That's a good idea, farmboy. Get your mind onto other things.
Yeah. Maybe I'll watch a comedy. Couldn't hurt, huh?
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