Here it is, Sunday night. Tomorrow's the beginning of the final week of school -- of work -- and it's going to be a challenging week. I gotta not think about it. I gotta get my mind on music. Plus, you know, I'm so fuckin' nervous. I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind.
I know that. Don't tell me. It's...
Snoop Dogg, but I know it from the Gourds, a great band from the Austin area.
So I gotta think about the summer and what habits I want to get into and the habits I need to lessen or get away from. My fuckin' addictions.
Like what?
Well, really, like the habits I want to have all year 'round. I'm thinking dietary, exercise...I need to further those things. I can't isolate myself as much any more. I need to stay right here, in the present tense, you know.
And I really gotta cut down on the weed, man. I fuckin' love it but there's no way I can afford, in any way, to be waking up every morning and smoking. Plus, really, it can be a substitute for real life, and that's certainly fucked up.
Sounds like it's time to make some changes, farmboy.
Yeah, but, fuck, I gotta do more than just cut out things. I gotta have some stuff to replace the stuff that I won't be doing. Does that even make sense, man?
It does. It looks like you might have some thinking to do, thinking that could be fun and have possibilities.
I love possibilities.
I know you do. You're excellent at them when you let yourself be, farmboy.
I can be, yeah.
Fuck, man, I want possibilities. Bring 'em fuckin' on.
