Hello, welcome to another episode of Poddam, America cucka, the Gothic socialist podcast for the stupid children.

That's you.

Hi, this is Jake.

I'm alone today.

Anders Lee is not here.

I'm on the road.

I'm moving to Los Angeles in a car with everything I own,

but I've stopped in Texas right now at my folks place.

And I'm greeting you today to introduce you to, or to intro,

an episode that's been a long time coming that is part one of question mark

i don't know if this will ever get finished for reasons i'll explain now going forward um

the i don't explain this uh what i want to talk about today is something that i have

never been able to talk about on this show because it was my home and it's impossible to talk about this place without mentioning the exact address of it.

And so many of you people are scary to me and threatening.

Probably not you if you're listening to this.

Maybe some of you.

But, you know, mostly all the, the little libertarian dickheads and comedy and stuff, the skanks and the weird psychotic joker guys that follow me shows and stuff, are a reality in my life.

And so I can't usually mention my exact address on the internet where I talk to thousands of people.

Makes sense, I think. But this last week, I left this place and it was sort of destroyed.

So it's in the past. And now we can talk out in the open about the building that I lived in the entire last 10 years that I lived in New York City, which is called 538 because it is the address is 538 Johnson Avenue in Brooklyn in a part of town.

Some people refer to as Bushwick. Some people refer to as East Williamsburg, but actually

is neither.

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