Luxury of everyday life

So I got paid yesterday and I finished up the performance grant last week -- you know, going to the hospital and playing for kids with disabilities. So, get this, man -- bills are paid, groceries are bought, gasoline is in the car. Life is normal.

Of course, the down part to all of this is having to go to My Fuckin' Job for the majority of my precious time in my too-short life. But I ain't thinkin' about that now, man. I am basking in the luxury of everyday life.

Feels good, does it, farmboy?

It's pretty wonderful. I feel, like, wait till the medications that I haven't been taking come in the mail. Man oh man.

Wait. What's this about medications?

It's nothing serious, man. I've had to go a few days without a couple of medications but it's ordered and it's coming and everything will be all right.

I hate to lecture you, farmboy...

Look, man, I couldn't fuckin' afford them. I'm well aware of the dangers of going on and off medications, but this could not be helped. I didn't even have enough credit to charge them.

Okay, farmboy, I apologize. I'm sorry.

So, anyway, I got Chinese food and marijuana and life is good.

Sounds good.

Oh, man. The best.

in legendary times

like the people around you
the love that surrounds you
the peace that has found you
the reasons and rhymes
we are living 
in legendary times

Like being a magician

Man, I tell you, this writing thing is so fuckin' hard, you know. I go to write something, I don't have a fuckin' clue. But,, you know, you have to fuckin' write because you don't get better if you don't write.

True, farmboy. I see how it could be frustrating. I'm not a writer, so I don't know. What does it feel like to write, farmboy?

Feels like the hardest work you'll ever do. And the best work that you'll ever do. It can be exciting. But, you know, I like to have written than write. Or something like that.

I get your basic idea.

I mean, I fuckin' love being a songwriter. It's kinda like being a magician.

Magician...musician...

(laughs) I'm being redundant.

That's a good question, though, the "What does it feel like" question. I'll have to think about that for a little while.

Take all the time you need, farmboy.

Remind me, though, okay?

why you have to be so mean

baby, baby
why you have to be so mean
darlin, darlin'
why you have to be so mean
you threw me out
flew into a rage
trashed my good name
on your facebook page
you're the meanest woman
I've ever seen
why you have to be so mean

It's an art. It's a sport.

Oh, man, fuckin' time for fuckin' bed again. All day long I work, waiting to get off, then I get off,
and poof -- it's over.

That's the way life is, farmboy.

I know, man. Ain't fuckin' nothing I can do about it. But, you know, I'm a human being, and human beings are great at complaining. It's an art. It's a sport. And I'm great at it. You're in the presence of genius, man.

I feel honored.

As well you should be.

a small vacation

big cup o' coffee
saturday after midnight
freedom tastes so good

no work to go to
the morning belongs to you
stay up all night long

a small vacation:
internet, masturbation,
I have headphones on

to listen to tunes
play that banjo, country boy
breakfast, lunch, supper

I am all happy
till I fall to depression
monday comes too soon

It's late

Man, I gotta go to work tomorrow and it's late. I picked up my brother and his family at the airport, and their flight came in shortly before 10 o'clock. In the meantime, I drank, like, three cups of strong coffee.

So tomorrow I got to go to work and then I gotta perform. I'm just hoping I won't be so fuckin' tired that I can't do a good job, you know? 

Sounds like you're stressing out, farmboy. Don't worry. You'll fall asleep when you fall asleep. Worrying about it won't help any.

Yeah, I know. 

So now it's like around midnight and I better start getting ready for bed. Hey, you have a good day tomorrow.

You too, farmboy.

I hope so. We'll see.