In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Thursday, September 3, 2015
Touch base
Hey, man, how are you?
Why, I'm fine, farmboy. It's good to see you. How are doing? Aren't you supposed to be at work?
I am. It's my lunch break and so I thought I'd just touch base.
Glad you did. How's work today?
Oh. it's a fuckin' drag, you know? Work is, like, never good. It's just there and it pays the bills and the rent. But it's a job. That's what everyone says. And they're right. It's really awful to be unemployed and worried about money all the time.
Hey, man, lunch is almost over and I have to go back to the fuckin' job. Talk at you later, man.
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