"The floor towel." Tough times in Texas. Billy The Kid's grave. The I-40. Gamble and a loss in Vegas. Was Rodney Dangerfield really that funny, though? I got to do stand up again. Grocery store bags, the fun never ends. Strangers In The Night ran out of lyrics. 

Crisis at the 800 mile mark. Draft 5: The Final Frontier. Mom: Professional Worry-er. The chiropractor in Florida, and another turtle rescue. The new Mark Normand special. I banged a fat chick in a park, in Florida. Storage places are seedier than you think. Stop colorizing old black and white pictures, it offends me. 

My first public meal during the apocalypse, and it went about as well as you'd expect, if you know anything about me. New Rich White Dad™ breakdown. Marina Abramovic, and the Hollywood pedophile Satan worshipping New World Order cult, or something. The Seinfeld special on Netflix. Can you really be a "slut" if you're a lesbian? 

Quarantine blues. Georgia on my mind. Ungrateful animals. The  branch manager. A date with "a disgusting human being."  "The president said we should inject ourselves with Lysol!" (Did he.) I hate Whitney Cummings. Jack Reacher. Fourth Draft.

Road Trip, Part 2: Buffalo & Watertown NY misanthropy, recorded on the way back to Florida. Uncle Luke, and my brother's place/Green Acres. Anxiety and existential dread at my paterfamilias. Southern idiosyncrasies. "Driving" me crazy.

Forty one? More like forty FUN!! Don't be lazy, watch The Crazies. Mad Men talk. (I'm re-watching it, watch it if you haven't yet) Problems with my faggy Terminator fan script. Bodyweight workouts. (More like "body, WAIT" workouts! LOL!) Florida ass. Late night TV is even worse, if that's possible. Bert Kreischer's special. "Mandy" stinks. Gun stores are weird. Cannonball Run's are rad. 

Can we get some fucking toilet paper stocked already, for Christ's sake? Dating in the apocalypse. (And in FLORIDA, on top of it...) "Progressives." The Psychopath test. The Rainbow Room documentary. The Agnostic Front documentary, and Vinnie Stigma.  The Louie CK special. I'm tired of good looking leading men being married to a "5" in whatever show or project they're in. 

Current events, and Florida things. 

A secret transmission from the outskirts of the (soon to be national) police state, I record this from Florida after escaping the liberal fascist hell hole of California. I tell of my 3 day 2600 traverse across this great nation (while it's still here), and stopping by Dealey Plaza in Dallas Texas on the way. I'm in Florida and my future is very much in question, as I'm sure many of ours are. Thanks for listening, fam. Stay healthy, stay vigilant. 

Live from the apocalypse, I get into the Coronavirus bullshit (sorry, I can't NOT talk about it) and job stuff. I also complain a little about Rogue One, a movie from 2016 seeing how we shan't be getting any new movies for a spell anyway, LOL. Ted Danson looks good for 72. Hang in there, next week/for a bit I'll be switching to interviews and things so you don't have to listen to me complain about not having anything to talk about. Because of this quarantine bullshit. Stay healthy, fucks.