Months roll by doing those shows

Your dreams slowly dry up. You cannot really compose new material. You basically just repeat yourself. You know you have risen as high as you ever can in this world of music. You will have stale donuts as long as you are considered exotic for being a mollkin and you continue to come up with your droll little songs. Its all too much. You get drunk and slash your wrists. You bleed to death listening to traditional mollkin oil field worker songs.

The End