I'm sitting at the computer listening to Old Crow Medicine Show sing "We're all in this thing together" with the smell of a slightly burnt, frozen pizza in my nose thinking I feel your song, but I sure ain't living it.
Why is it that all my depressing thoughts come to me in the form of a country/western song? Do I have a doppelganger somewhere writing out these very words as I speak them? Maybe it's God's way of telling me to write country music songs for a living. Maybe I will start, and the first title will be "I'm hearing your song, but I sure ain't living it."
Eh, I'd rather be doing this than vegging on the couch watching Letterman. Life is grand.
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