Hey, strangers, we're taking this week off to reset and get ready for the new year.

So here's an episode from our vault, followed by a companion bonus episode.

It's a pretty sad and violent story, but hopefully it'll take your mind off the sad and violent stuff happening right now in the world.

Enjoy? Have you ever thrown a party? A really big party, like a huge party.

At the height of the festivities with the music pumping and everyone just the right amount of imbibed on whatever their substance of

choice might be, you look over the throngs of people you brought together and feel triumphant.

And your guests look at you like you're some kind of wizard, like a party god. You pulled off

the perfect night. But how do you know when things go too far? How do you know

when the party's over? Welcome to Strange and Unexplained with me, Daisy Egan, a former New York

City club kid in my own right. But while I came of age going to the same clubs and parties as

these fucking guys, I was fortunately not introduced to the same clubs and parties as these fucking guys,

I was, fortunately, not introduced to them until they were dying out.

I was in such a hurry to grow up and be accepted by the cool kids

that if I'd been around when Michael Allig was at his height,

well, let's just say, who knows where I'd be today.

But something tells me it wouldn't be here, writing this script.

In truth, I ended up down a long internet rabbit hole about this guy and covered him in an

upcoming bonus episode.

You can listen to the wild story on our Patreon.

For most of the club kids who hung around the so-called party monster,

theirs was not a sunny path.

I know I have a tendency to harp on about how much better New York City was before it became the corporate hellscape of luxury condos, Chipotle's, and completely absurd rents that it is today.

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