Greetings friends, it is I, D.JuSel, and this is the Duncan Russell family and our podcast.

If I sound different to you, it's simply because this is the month of October.

This is the month of mystery.

It is this month where we do not celebrate something idiotic like Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny.

It's something real, true, something very, very human, which is darkness.

It was October 1978, Joe Animaloni, a beautiful 35-year-old fashion model with the heart of a poet,

was taking a walk in a small national park 30 miles away from her home in upstate Kentucky.

She'd often gone on this walk to clear-red to get some exercise, but on this day,

she was going for a different reason altogether.

She'd had a dream the night before, where two squirrels and an owl had told her that if she were to take this very walk,

at exactly 3 p.m.

The following day, she would find treasure there in that national forest, and so smiling and not really taking the dream seriously,

but thinking to herself, you never know, she decided to listen to the owls, to listen to the squirrels,

and she got in her white Chevy pickup truck and added up the road for a hike of mystery.

Halfway there, she passed a beautiful headshiker.

He had incredible abdominal muscles, long flowing blonde hair, a tattoo of the pea sign, a hippy symbol of love,

and unification on his back.

She says that she thought he seemed special, and she could see the glint of the sunlight in his blue eyes,

so she pulled over, picked him up, and then he'd to drive.

He asked her if she wanted to listen to a bootleg of Paul Simon.

She told him she would rather that he just eats her pussy while she drove up to the park.

He agreed.

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