Hellow kiddies! HOLY FUCK it's hot up here! I'm back up in the bunker. Haven't been up here in over a month!  I've been down for the count for almost a whole month! I hurt my sciatica exactly 30 days ago. I'll explain on the next one. This is episode 24, YES I COUNTED AND RECOUNTED TO MAKE SURE! Took me almost a month to edit after recording. Of course I spent a few weeks in a drug filled, pain pilled haze. But here it is, a brand spanking new and pristine episode, ironically the last bastion of my optimism at age 36 is contained within this recording. So almost 10 lbs ago, I was about to finish 30 days of yoga, pondering self isolation and disconnection. I talk about music, comics, and books. Poor naive 36 year old Roman. So full of hope, so even keeled. I dive into some introspection, and recount some stuff about my junk at an ex's house. I wax about the future, and travelling, and the RONA. Hate talking about that. You could definitely hear my mask of sanity slipping, but hey, nobody's perfect.  I was still lighter, younger, less on painkillers,  and still able to walk on my own for the most part.  Here I am 60 days into this lockdown, lock out, self isolation, quarantine, the hole, the abyss, whatever you call it. I haven't gone into the inner recesses of my brain this deep. I wonder what kind of mental disorder I have...Hmm.... Ironically most of the country is open back up and everyone is out and about again. I'm still wearing my gloves and my bandana and I'm submerged in TV, books, comics, and music of yesteryear. THANK YOU to everyone that listened even for a minute or the whole thing. Thank you KRISTEN CARNEY for letting me know Anchor exists. Hopefully I get to have her as a guest somewhere down the road. Thank you Spotify and Apple Podcarts. Fuck you, SoundCloud. Tell a friend. Tell them to listen to Chills, Shivers, and Goosebumps podcast by Victor Juarez and THE HOOF with Christopher Laudando and Tommy L. Good shit! Tweet at @RoamingReignz or email [email protected]. I'll remember the password to those soon hopefully. Y'all cover your droplets and your snot. SNOT! THE BAND! FUCK IT, WE'LL DO IT LIVE!