The original is actually a sort of celebration. It really puts you in that place, throwing on some bluejeans to stumble onto a big city sidewalk in a beer-attenuated hangover haze. And it’s really, with all the emo thoughts, that’s actually a nice feeling. A kind of privileged closeness to the sun (sleeping city sidewalk).
But then Johnny Cash turns it into a fucking emo anthem.
I’m on AISH due to my schizophrenia and depression.
AISH is support money for people that can’t handle work. In Alberta.
I still do tasks each day, but most scaled up jobs are too much for me.
I moved out of my group-home.
My meds are good right now.
I take the bus to get to places.
I have what i consider to be a lot of friends. Some only slightly, but it still counts to me.
I’m not sure what the future will hold for me.
Yes I’m serious, son. There’s good money in that. And 0 psychic mayhem. Only the caring psychic vibes of trees, which are awesome creatures. And a little plot of land is what, couple grand? Five? Clear some space, then you can buy seed or even just take clippings from other trees.