Welcome to Tales from the Pit. This is your content warning. This week I'll be speaking with Christian Ramirez on topics as diverse as being a child of divorce, parental absence, and because this is how Christian roles, also evolutionary theory and the daredevil gene, those triggered by high-level science, should skip this one.

Everyone else? Brace yourselves for the pit. You're going to be.

You know,

do you know,

do you

and and you know and you know and you know Well, it took seven installments of tales from the pit, but we're finally here. We've plumbed seven circles of the hell that is about half of life, if you're lucky, and, like Dante, we have returned, not only with cool snapshots of adulterers getting eaten by depressed maggots in a trench of lackluster Mexican food or whatever

But also with perspective with an antidote for the chaos that racks our minds and souls.

At long last we have found someone to blame.

This episode is in honor of those original sinners.

Whether their trespass was too much involvement or not enough or just the right amount

but then later you decide there's something wrong with it for no reason.

Yes, we are told to honor thy mother and thy father, but is it not also natural,

almost a commandment of our very beings to sacrifice their memories for all of our

scapegoating needs.

Hammerto's?

Mom probably bought you the cheap shoes? Bitter? Well dad left and what's worse he

never brought back that pack of smokes he promised. Violent schizophrenia? How can that not at times feel like a genetic albatross around your neck?

But, figure this shit, your parents used to be kids,

and they were getting messed up by their parents who in turn

got completely dismantled by the dinosaur midwives who raised them. To keep on a Bible tip, does it not stand to reason that the blame

ultimately rests with the original parental units? So fuck you, Adam and Eve Eve for being the first ones to make a mistake

The rock in the pond that makes the ripple

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