In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
Waiting for Christmas morning
Man, I am so fuckin' tired. It's a good thing school is finishing up. I don't think I can take it anymore -- not so much the work but the waiting. It's like, you know, being a kid and waiting for Christmas morning.
When does school end, farmboy?
Tomorrow's the final day with students then we have two more days after that for clean-up and stuff. Monday's the last day.
And then what happens?
You mean the whole summer?
Well, I was thinking about Tuesday.
Oh, Tuesday. I don't know. I'd like to smoke weed and jerk off and sleep all day, to tell you the truth. Maybe I'll do something radical, like go to the movies. I never go to the movies.
One thing I know for sure is that Tuesday is going to come and it will have that surreal feeling for a day. I mean, we've been working for this day for ten fuckin' months.
So, what am I gonna do on Tuesday? What ever the fuck I want.
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