“I’m angry right now. I don’t want to feel better. This country has me in arms and the last thing I wanna do is pick myself up and act like it was before.
I feel it everywhere. And with everyone. Do you? This fuckin’ president. Oh man, I can go on and on about him.
It’s distracting. I’m finding myself asking, “What is this all for? To what purpose?” Which brings me to my dreams, the things that are important to me, you know. The things I want to accomplish in life. It’s like everything’s on hold. My goals are affected by this chaos. This chaos is effected by everyone. Like, who cares about art right now? Who cares when we’re drifting off into the ocean without an anchor.
Ah man, I’m tired. Seems like everyone I know is having problems sleeping. I’m tossing and turning, I keep thinking I gotta piss, but if I get up then I really ‘wake up’, you know.
Maybe that’s the point, I haveta just wake up. Like, wake up from this funk and this nightmare. All this shit.”