Sorry this is a rough mix; it got late. I miss my friend who just went back to the East Coast a couple days ago.

I keep on dreaming about Kenny Rogers or Kenny Rogers songs. The song kinda says why I might be dreaming about him, sort of, kind of.

I can't remember if this song has any F-bombs in it, so I'll mark it "explicit." Oh, wait, I think I do remember there being one in there. The mystery of what wakes Gloomy Gus in the night continues.

Oh, holy gosh, I had brain fog yesterday and I messed up some of the rhyme scheme of the rapping; and I mispronounced the word, "pustule." It took me all day to figure out how to make that one little span of rapping not a disgrace. Here we are.

This is a song about all those dumb rocket launches that SpaceX is doing. I used to get more excited about rocket launches. But now I don't.

I'm thinking about re-starting the whole Gloomy Gus franchise, if you'd call it that. 

Fuck me.

I made a drastic change to the song I recorded yesterday; I realized I liked the demo I made weeks ago better than the first chorus that I did yesterday, so I stuck that in there, and then I kept all the rest of it the same, sort of. I'm liking it better. I made it a wee bit louder, too, in places (but hopefully not too loud.)

It would be really nice to live where there are no other people around. Boy, it would be nice.

Is "sucks" an explicit lyric? I have no idea. Better be safe than sorry and put the little "e" thingy on there.

Why did Robert Duvall, Dolly Parton, and my friend, Peter have to die?