Hi, farmboy. Do you know what time it is?
It's 4:35 a.m.
Oh. It's a bad time. I'll come back later.
No, no, that's okay. What's going on in your young life?
Hey, I'm not young. I mean, I'm far from young. Seriously far from young. Old, in fact.
Yeah, yeah, whatever. What brings you here, farmboy? Did something happen?
I fell asleep.
No, nothing happened. It's funny, I just don't like going for too long without getting to talk with you, and I didn't get to talk to you 'cause I fell asleep.
So, how you doin'?
I'm good. I'm enjoying the rain.
Me too. I love the sound of rain, It kinda makes me wish I still smoke tobacco, I would love to go outside and smoke a cigarette,
Man, I'm reading this great book now, Composed by Rosanne Cash. It's a memoir. She's talking about her childhood and it's fascinating to me. It's so weird, man, I see these connections between our fathers. She talks about her father making her a list of 100 songs she should know.
Me, I realize I got my father's music, these records of Ray Price and Jimmie Rodgers and Hank Williams. Always Hank Williams.
Anyway, it's a really good book.
And it's a rainy day, which is great for reading.
Hey, you know -- I'm changing the subject here --
Fine with me.
That so funny that you talked about being young. Because I feel young. I, like, never feel old. Ever.
You know...I feel innocent. I feel like I'm still fuckin' learning stuff.
Let me tell you what I do. When I start thinking or say "I'm old," I change it to "I'm alive." It's corny, but it can be helpful.
It is corny. But I'll probably give it a try or two, regardless.
