In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
"Man, I Miss Mashed Potatoes"
I don't know what to fuckin' write, man. I haven't been wanting to write much lately because of the fuckin' job and I'm just fuckin' exhausted all the time.
You mean "all the fuckin' time," don't you?
I just figured that was a given.
Yeah, so, as I was fuckin' saying, I'm tired. And the only idea I have is a song called "Man, I Miss Mashed Potatoes." Don't ask me why.
Hey, farmboy! Why?
I said don't ask me that.
Which is why I did.
I know.
I'm just trying to make you laugh.
I'm too tired to laugh.
So then...go to bed.
I think I may. Put on a podcast or something.
Good idea, farmboy.
Yeah, I'm full of 'em.'Night, man.
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