#TBT My friend @j.r._lyon just sent me this voicemail I left him over 6 years ago. Evidently he has been holding on to it for all these years. In 2012 I was working as a flowback operator on desolate oil leases all throughout west Texas. I would spend 12+ hours a day — alone — on pieces of land that were over 50 miles away from any town with a population over 1,000 people. Considering the long drive to get back to the house I shared with J.R., I spent most of my nights sleeping alone in the trailer. This schedule would sometimes go on for almost a month until we hit oil. At best I’d have a rancher drive by once or twice a day. But for the most part it was just me and the cattle out there. I started losing my mind. I would be so lonely that I would have conversations with myself and the livestock. In hindsight I can completely understand how Tom Hanks’ character in “Cast Away” started talking to that volleyball. The only radio station I could pick up out there was a top 40 station based out of Midland, TX — which was like 70 miles away. I can’t tell you how many times I listened to Nicki Minaj’s “Starships” during that period, but it was probably something like 8 to 10 times a day in a 6 month period. God knows what I was thinking, but this voicemail to JR at 3 in the morning was definitely me in the middle of some serious psychosis.