All right, nothing fucking matters anymore.

Everything's going to shit, so here we go.

I'm doing a

fucking pod butt naked eating tacos in Galveston, Texas, and what? What? I'll

fucking bury everyone's teeth in Lombardi Circle like graveyard, Raspucci, dude.

It doesn't even matter anymore.

We're just coming in random as fuck.

The podcast, it doesn't matter.

Everything's fucking done. The country's in in the toilet we're all going to hell I don't believe in hell I don't believe in anything

I'm meeting the case of the idea on camera I mean on the podcast what what Like it matters? I'm butt naked but I'm wearing a t-shirt only so

I'm technically not naked I found out it's called shirt cocking and it's a big

faux-paw thing at burning me you don't wear a t-shirt naked. You'll get kicked out

of every camp if you walk up dick out t-shirt on. I was going to do this butt naked but

but I have to wear a t-shirt to put the lapel mic on. I wish I believed in

shit. I wish I believed in Jesus. I wish I believed in

magic. I wish I believed in horoscope. I don't believe in any of it. It's all

bullshit. This country has a cult mentality problem. Everyone's looking for something that isn't there. It's because we've lost touch with our spirituality as a country. We are fucking soulless.

We, Western, white people, are lost including myself.

So nothing matters.

I wish I believed.

I wish I had that part of my brain that believed that if you're a good person you go to heaven or hell.

Like are you serious? You believe that because someone wrote that in a book a long time ago?

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