We confess our piggish behavior towards women when we were young men.  J tells he and Colorado's origin story. K.M. finally gets his punching bag, it's a zombie. The smack heard across the world of retaliation. Then we hunt the rapist!!! 

Cocaine kills the funny and gets us deep about war. Kids, don't make Molotov cocktails. We were joking and don't want to end up in a Republican Senator's rant or on a NSA watch list. The world better watch out! Germany might do it again. In the end, we tell our Grandfathers' lessons about war.  

K.M's birthday vomit. How many Shakespeares are there? Toga. Toga. Toga. J loses it on the Jesusification of public figures in America. Main lesson learned, wine only leads to screaming. Jupiter's cock! 

We return to Backspace Bar & Kitchen. Panty Liners. Van Halen. Don't buy underwear drunk. Fuck you, Spencer nobody cared about your dick. Just let women be equal to men already. Jack Kerouac stops by to visit us in our drunken subterranean existence.

K.M. reconnects with some old friends. Stephen Hawking was a sex addict. Hunter S. Thompson reads his poem to Jack. What is it called? Maybe Ode... Lucid dreaming characters from imagination to reality. Humans are good at being animals but make horrible Gods. 

Extra content recorded after the Nina's Birthday podcast. Late night drunk talk following K.M's puking earlier. It gets real. Opinions, topics, journeys, basic truths and so, so much more. 

It starts hot!!! Fresh off a day of celebration, K.M. drinks tequila and the Mexican spirit turns him screaming mad at religion. Colorado stops in and aid and abets K.M. We have to send him to anger management classes immediately following the conclusion of the podcast. All on J's poor dog, Nina's, 13th birthday party. 

Childhood blooms through the adulthood reflections of Hurricane Ida. All our love to Gerald. We all have the need to display our insecurity in the desert, no matter where that desert may be. Bring out your dead! Show your flesh! Let's pretend our poetry makes sense. Let's get our words naked. 

Our emotional and psychological wreckage is on display as we drag ourselves out from under the rubble of our latest hurricane - Ms. Ida. We are joined by our favorite Backspace bartender, Jared. Together, everyone explores the aftermath, the harbinger's post-log, the final eulogy of a natural disaster...once again. Thus, insanity ensues.

In part one, everybody was wasted. Now, everyone is deranged. Control. The NSA is listening. Our imaginary sponsors are running like rats from a diseased cruise ship-pandemic style. Everything goes sideways. This is 1984's Brave New World!!!