Hi, listeners. I have a story I want to tell you.

There was this doctor over at St. Agrees who would kill his patients.

Oh yes, it was madness.

Aren't you afraid the light take might get you?

I'm sorry, I didn't listen to you.

That adrenaline.

I want more of it.

I snapped.

Totally lost him.

He had no idea what was on those tapes.

It was like a song.

It's Ollie and the Outcast.

So gather around.

And listen.

Close. The You weren't looking for anything, really.

Back in those days, it was about pride.

How fast you could travel down Sycamore Avenue on your six feet

while the world whistled around you.

Flapping of an old Randy Johnson rookie card pinned to your spokes as the last rays of sunlight dripped away. It was catching fireflies,

chasing bullfrogs, and who could stay up the longest? There was no purpose past burning the hours of boredom, and that's what made the whole situation

that much stranger.

The fact that we were the ones to find it.

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