“My song is about addiction,” said the tall guy who usually enters the class late, if he shows up at all.
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“In what way?” I asked.
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“I vape and I can’t stop. I try to quit every day but at a certain point I hit it and just can’t take it any more, and all my willpower goes out the window. The song is actually called out the window.”
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“Did it do anything for your problem?”
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“It was easy to do, I knew what the lyrics would be before I started, because I live it. Best part is the bridge because you’re suppose to say something else in the bridge.”
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“What’s your bridge about?”
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“That everyone is in the same boat, not just me. Nobody can change themselves but everybody’s trying, everybody’s a hamster on a treadmill.”
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“I like it. You didn’t answer my question earlier, did writing it do anything for your situation?”
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“It made me feel like I was someone else looking down at myself. That was sort of useful.”
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“I bet you could write yourself out of it.”
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“What?”
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“There’s a filmmaker named Guy Maddin who made a film about Winnipeg and sort of feeling stuck there, so he filmed his way out.”
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“I like that but it sounds crazy.”
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“Better than a treadmill.”
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