In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Tuesday, July 7, 2015
Damn, man, I got sick
Hey, man, I'm dragging.
Good to see you, farmboy, haven't seen you for a little while. So why are you dragging?
Damn, man, I got sick. I don't know what caused it.
What is "it?"
Mostly nausea. It's stomach things, which are increasing. I should probably go see my doctor about it. I should also start limiting my coffee drinking.
That's a good place to start. Then you can stop eating fried foods...
I don't eat much fried foods.
How about the stress in your life?
Stress? Me?
If there's anybody I know with too much stress, it's you, farmboy.
Everybody I know has too much stress.
I'm just thinking that maybe you should do something about it.
Oh, man, I know I should. I'm working on it. I've been doing that deep breathing for quite a while now, and that helps.
Now that you mention it, that's when it all started, when I was going out to catch the bus and it was early and I was afraid I was gonna miss it. Then I lost my transfer and had to use another bus ticket and then I performed and that's always stressful.
So you may have a point: too much stress.
I just thought I'd mention it to you, farmboy.
I'm glad you did.
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