Crisis of Uselessness
by Sean Thor Conroe

Big cuz E hit me with the gig deets. 

Four days to a week at a farm just outside of Bennington, way up in VT. 

Probably shouldn’t have signed on, how fucked I felt. 

How things didn’t look like they were getting any better.  

Cysts popping up on palms and soles, didn’t know why.