This podcast is recorded in front of an unweighting audience.

This is true crime case.

There's one that picks you up, and there's one that knocks you down.

But all the rest, they'll carry you.

And that's a riddle I wrote, to which the answer is, alcohol, a drink, a alcohol.

Mornings never easy to face as an alcoholic when the guilt and shame of the previous day's actions come for payment.

But thankfully, there's always that one way out, that escape hatch, down that hatch, and we pour one from a shaky hand to another shaky hand.

And by the time the glass falls from our lips, reality begins its retreat once again into oblivion.

And so it is, and so it goes from generation to generation, from hell to haven.

The drinker can never die for he was never really here in the first place.

The drinker lives forever as a piece of pain and peace that's gained through avoidance of what we can't face.

The truth.

Reporting hasn't initiated.

You know, Bob, we just got brought in by Jack Luna again.

And I've realized that it's almost a disservice for us to just carry on with the podcast without commenting on how great that man's riding is.

And it also feels a little bit, it makes me feel a little bit guilty that we go in.

We start every episode with riding like is, and then I just start with my nonsense, my just trashy nonsense.

You know what to that point, you know what they think is kind of for that?

It's sort of like if we had Mozart riding the intro song, a custom one every single time, and Mozart's song finishes and we're just like, hey, anyway, there we go, Mozart, Mozart.

Yeah, so do you ever like not wipe well enough like if we just started that way or yeah, because his riding is so amazing.

I will say, you know, this was the first time like he wrote that and I and like he put me in a in a in a space with what he just wrote and what he just said.

Um, he put me in a space.

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