In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Tuesday, March 1, 2016
My old friend Clonazepam
This is the hardest thing, man.
What's that, farmboy?
This going to bed at night and trying to sleep. I feel every ache and pain in my body and it's all magnified. I fuckin' hate it, man. So what ends up happening is that I take my old friend Clonazepam and hope the anxiety subsides.
And does it?
Eventually. Sometimes I take these pain meds called Oxycodone that's pretty hardcore. And that helps with sleep as well as pain, but I hate that I have to be drugged in order to sleep.
But, you know, sometimes you do what you gotta do. I feel like I'm in some kind of self-help group: "One day at a time."
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