It’s like trying to get somewhere, but I can’t.

What do you mean?

I can’t make a move. I’m stuck.

How so?

It’s America. We’re all stuck. Even you. You’re stuck. You just don’t realize it yet. One day, you will. You’ll wake up, and it’ll be too late. You’ll be in the same scenario that I’m in; broken and unable to fix. Put back together again. One piece. See what I’m saying?

You make no sense. 

I got pieces of me spread all across this country; California, Iowa, Vermont, New York, Chicago, Dallas. And now I sit here completely disassembled. I’m just telling you.

Ain’t told me shit.

You got something you better hold on to it. No matter how tough it gets, you better hold on. These days will kill you. They’re killing me. You’ll see. Just hold on to what you got. A little bit of sanity goes a long way.