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Hello, bienvenito. Welcome one and all to a brand spanking new episode of the low life podcast

i'm your flaming hot and spicy green tea sipping target overspending mushroom eating and hallucinating

hot mess of a host lorenzo von rumpf and i'm so happy to be here you today. I hope you're having a great week and you're feeling good. If you're feeling stressed, though, overwhelmed, anxious, depressed, life is just not working for you this week. I get it. I've been there. That was me two weeks ago. I'm feeling much better right now. But don't you worry, boo-boo. Don't you fret. You have come to the right place. We're about to turn that frown upside down. We got a great show in store for you today. This is going to be a solo episode. We're getting back to our roots. That's how I started this podcast back in the day. It was the pandemic. My gay ass went back into the closet and I would just record with

a mic in darkness and talk about my octopus teacher and Netflix documentaries that I was obsessed with

and I was just trying to keep myself from not going into a downward spiral. Trying to keep myself

out of a dark place during the pandemic. We've come a long way since then, but I do still love doing my solo episodes. You guys loved them back then. That's how we started this podcast, and we're still continuing to do them today. And I like to spice things up, keep things fresh here. Sometimes it's going to be three guests, maybe just two, or a one-on-one, just me and you

type of a podcast, which is how we started this show. So it's nice to go back to our roots once

and a while. Before we get into this week's topic, let's talk about mental health. Nobody asked,

but my mental health score this week, on a scale of one to 10, one being a shitty Spirit Airlines flight, you have food poisoning,

you're sweating off yourself, Tanner, and you just feel like you're going to die.

I've had that experience happen to me.

It wasn't a Spirit Airlines flight.

I think it was Southwest.

Oh, it was the worst.

That would be a solid one for me.

A 10 on the mental health scale would be a first class ticket

you have your little pod let's say it's one of those fancy schmancy airlines like united emirates

something like that they give you the hot towel you could stretch out fall asleep you have cozy

blankets that is definitely a 10 i'm'm not there, but I'm feeling

pretty good. I'm going to rate myself an 8.5, which is like a Delta economy comfort, not quite first

class, but I do have extra leg room. It's nice. And let's say the person's sitting next to me,

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