We’re half-asleep, coughing through a terrible fruit‑punch IPA, and laughing about a jaw‑dropping Alice Cooper/Judas Priest show. Then we spiral into a heated insurance rant and end up crying over The Long Walk. It’s messy, honest, and weirdly comforting.

Join us for snark, concert stories, movie feels, and the kind of tangent‑filled chat you’d have with a buddy on a bad morning. Bring coffee, not IPAs.