First Song

Sam has written his first song. Sort of a punk tune, actually. It is about how his whole life is completely terrible, how he's covered in misery, and how nobody could possibly understand how immeasurably awful he feels right now. And he sings this song about 80 times a day, in part because he doesn't know any other songs.

When not performing, he actually comes across as a quite reasonable and likable fellow, not unlike Frank Zappa or Marilyn Manson. But when he's performing? Pure rage.

I also am working on a new song. It's about how you can't take a box of 600 baby-wipes for granted. You think it's always going to be there for you, but then it's gone, in the blink of an eye, and you realize that you never really took the time to appreciate it while it was there.