Friday, September 10, 2021

Overheard at Booth 3: Music to Write

You don't get it.  You just don't get it.  I have music in my head.  I've got stories to write.

I get it, I get it, you don't want to help around the house.  But I work just as hard as you and I can't keep up with the sweeping, the cleaning, the cooking, the laundry, while you go off and play your guitar.

That's the point: I don't PLAY MY FUCKING GUITAR!

Keep your voice down!

I - don't - play - my - guitar.  I don't write.  I don't to anything except help around the house.

Oh so that's it.  You don't want to help.

That's not what I said.  All I'm saying is that if I could just have an hour, just an hour, a day.

And you don't think I don't want an hour a day to myself?  You don't think I'd just like to relax in a hot bubble bath, drink a glass of wine and just relax?


No, because I have to clean the house or it'll never get done!

But I help you clean the house all the time!

And you do such a shitty job that I have to go behind you and redo it!

Then let me play guitar!  GOD!

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