<p>Traded in my Deadguy for a Harley, even though I'll probably end up a "dead guy" ON it, ironically enough. Sweet Southern Heat BBQ chips. Bikes & open mics. I sleep above my covers. (Four FEET above my covers...) Enough with the Gabby Petito lurid-ness, and murder porn on Netflix. Cheesecake Factory? More like PLEASE TAKE factory. (I tried) </p>

Traded in my Deadguy for a Harley, even though I'll probably end up a "dead guy" ON it, ironically enough. Sweet Southern Heat BBQ chips. Bikes & open mics. I sleep above my covers. (Four FEET above my covers...) Enough with the Gabby Petito lurid-ness, and murder porn on Netflix. Cheesecake Factory? More like PLEASE TAKE factory. (I tried)

<p>Traded in my Deadguy for a Harley, even though I'll probably end up a "dead guy" ON it, ironically enough. Sweet Southern Heat BBQ chips. Bikes &amp; open mics. I sleep above my covers. (Four FEET above my covers...) Enough with the Gabby Petito lurid-ness, and murder porn on Netflix. Cheesecake Factory? More like PLEASE TAKE factory. (I tried)&nbsp;</p>

Live From The 405, Episode 312

The ramblings of Luke Allen, an increasingly unhinged Los Angeles resident who spends an unhealthy amount of time in LA traffic. These are his social observations, rants, complaints, movie reviews, and weekly life wrap ups. From upstate NY. Angry.

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