In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Wednesday, March 23, 2016
I see the sunshine and I can't be part of it
I'm sad.
Why are you sad, farmboy?
I'm not exactly sure, man. It's lasted a couple days, though. I've been working so hard on keeping positive and...
You got depressed.
I got depressed. I want to go home. I want to go home and smoke weed and do my music and be able to go places where I can get a great cup of coffee. I'm busy here a lot with the therapies and exercises and playing guitar and writing songs. But I want to, like, go outside.
And you will, farmboy. You're halfway there, bud.
I know. I'm just being impatient.
I would be too. What you're going through isn't easy.
I see the sunshine and I can't be part of it. People are doing things and I can't.
Anyway, I know that this is temporary, and that, for me, I really don't have a choice. I want to walk again. I have to walk again.
So you're going to have to keep working.
Exactly. I'm gonna have to keep working. It's as simple as that, man.
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