July 4th… you’re comin’ up
The RIP anniversary of Adams, Jefferson, and Coolidge is coming up soon. So is my 23rd birthday. I think some folks call it independence day– and for me, I guess that’s no exaggeration.
22 going on 23.
I am terrified.
Transcript for the Butthole Surfers’ 22 Going On 23
Woman: I enjoy your show and I’ve been trying to get through for quite a while. Man: Well, We’re glad you kept trying Woman: Umm. I have this problem. Last July, I was assaulted…sexually, and ever since then, I’ve been having trouble sleeping. Man: How old are you? Woman: I’m 22 going on 23 Man: Medicine… Counseling… Anxiety…Sleep Programming ..Medicine…Sleep Programming ..Anxiety…Counseling…Medicine…Sleep Programming …Depression…Anxiety…(etc.) Woman: Well, they told me, when I have these bad dreams, to try and put endings on the dreams, like I come out a winner. But everytime i try to do that, I just…don’t get anywhere. It seems, I keep having the same dream over and over every night, and that’s why I’m up so late. Woman: And I watch one soap opera a day. And if he happens to walk in the house, I’m paranoid. I just jump up and turn off the TV. Except he says, “Is that all you’re gonna do all day, just sit around and watch TV?” And I love to travel, so I’ve mentioned traveling to him. And finances are no problem. But he says that he did all the traveling that he wanted to do while he was in the service