saturday afternoon again

maybe i don’t really want to write here. maybe i don’t want you all to know what i’m thinking. i don’t even know if i want to know what i’m thinking.

i figured by now i’d know just what the hell it is i’m supposed to be doing with my life. actually, i thought i did know. i believed that i was supposed to be pursuing a career as a musician. my parents never did, and maybe they’re fucking right. maybe i ought to just find a real job, marry some girl and have some kids. wouldn’t that just be wonderful?