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This is the outside podcast with Patio.

We have to acknowledge the fact that during this trip you took to calling yourself swamp thing. Would you please explain

the moniker? I think there's a little bit of swamp thing in each of us, right? We're not that far

evolved from crawling out of the primordial. The cruise. You do lives in the swamp. Yeah. So Swampthink

emerged for the first time I would say. I was in a little town in the area called Fultonville. As I write in the book, it's not really watercraft friendly anymore. And I'm paddling into town. I'm hot. I'm hungry. I'm thirsty. And I can see on the periphery one of those tall kind of highway-like signs by McDonald's it was, I think. So like I'm going to get some cold drinks and a bunch of food.

I'm sick of energy bars and peanut butter tortillas. So I leashed my sup to a tree on the riverside and I kind of jumped off into the mud and then I crawled up this steep, overgrown embankment and burst out through the tall grasses at the top. And I almost got hit by a car at the back of a Dunkin' Donuts drive-thru, right?

Went in, got a whole bunch of food, took it down back to my paddleboard to eat and drink. That's where Swamp Thing emerged. Because I don't know what they thought, seeing this guy with stuff in his hair and dirty, smelly clothes, crawling out of the back of the restaurant looking for food. To refer to myself as a swamp thing in an almost affectionate way, it just felt like a way to be one with the natural world, right? You know, there's a lot of goose poop, and the water's kind of dirty, and they're kind of slimy, and I felt like swamping in there, because I didn't care how dirty the environment was. That was my biome at this point.

I was at one with the environment.

I'm a bit of a talker. You're probably thinking, no doubt, patio, you host a podcast, but I come by this honestly.

As a Chicago Irishman, jawing and spinning a yarn is my birthright.

Honestly, I don't think my body knows how to breathe without exhaling words.

And it has nothing to do with whether or not a microphone is present.

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