Tonight, as I laid on my couch, suffering from R. Nixon Elementary post-school depression, I let my mind wander, exploring even more depressing subjects…
And of course, it brought me to my love life.
As I began to replay the last few years in my head, I began to realize just how many ridiculous break-up situations I’ve been in. I stared out under my blanket at the soap opera on TV, reviewing all of my failures and mishaps.
That’s when I realized.
I’m not destined to be a teacher.
I’m destined to be the first gay country singer…. singing all down-home, all depressing, all guitar-twanging, tear-jerkingly-sad gay love songs.
Genius, Matty.
Let the heartaching, heartbreaking, and sex-so-good-it’s-bed-breaking continue!!!!
