Me a Slacker? No!!!!
So I was accused of slacking off by a so called friend. And so I'm gonna type this up while I'm waiting on Mikey to get out of the bathroom. How's that for productivity? I been listening to a lot of Dylan lately. Shocker I know but it's true. And I'm realized that he's pretty good. I'd recommend his stuff. If you don't like it then die. But the guy is a poet and what not. So why don't more people try to write songs like him? Well one reason is that they can't do that. They don't have the talent, the knowledge, the wit, the drive, the enviroment, or any of the other billion great things that occured at one time while he was churning out unbelievable stuff. The other thing is that most song writers respect the man like he is the second coming; some believe he is actually is, while more still think his presence is more important than that long-haired Jew. So why copy something that can't be replicated? Why copy the archetype? Why copy Dylan? Well Mikey's out of the bathroom so I'm gonna go take a shower.

2 Comments:
Didn't mean to accuse you of slacking...sorry. I do like, however, that you manage to relate everything back to Bob, even when the subplot involves a mutual friend (probably taking a dump) in the bathroom. Riveting material.
Yeah he was taking a dump very much so. That's the reason I had time to type this. He wouldn't let me go in there will he was busting a squat. And yes I can relate everything back to Dylan.
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