I go outside!

Who was playing guitar out there earlier today? A friend of yours? It sounded very good.

That was me, you fuckin' numskull.

Couldn't have been you, farmboy. You never go outside.

Fuck off, asshole. I go outside!

When?

I was just outside playing guitar, man. That's who you fuckin' heard.

See, it's a beautiful warm and sunny day and I'm taking tomorrow off and I just smoked some weed and I thought I'd go outside and play guitar.

And how was it?

You heard it.

I don't mean performance, farmboy. I'm talking about your emotions. How did it feel to go outside and play guitar.

Fine, I guess.

You guess?

Of course it felt good. I mean, the sun is warm but not that warm, and you're barefoot and you doing something that you love. What's not to fuckin' like?

So you admit it: it felt good.

Yes, it felt good. It was fuckin' orgasmic, motherfucker. I was having revelations. It was like being on acid, man! It was like I was one of the motherfuckin' Beatles. It was like being Dylan, you know, or Sam Cooke. Let me shout it to the Heavens! I can testify! Playing guitar on a warm and sunny day outside is fuckin' amazing!

There. Are you satisfied?

Yes.

Good.