Ginn

I’ve been a little down in the dumps lately. A bunch of things brought me to this state. Frustration with being almost 28 and not having much to show for it, frustration with people which leads to more frustration with myself for allowing certain people to treat me the way they do, and the list goes on.

Last night, I was leaving work in a pretty happy mood. I took out my iPod and hit play. “A Country Boy Can Survive” by Hank Williams, Jr. came on.

I wasn’t really listening until I heard the lyrics “I’d love to spit some beechnut in that dudes eye and shoot him with my old 45.”

And then the good mood went away. Fast.