What's up, Gearheads?

This is your local gangster and occasional blind mic project booking enforcer.

Joey C. Listen, I have to apologize for not getting Tommy Myers yet.

Someone called me a name in the chat.

So I've been dousing myself with fire and scratching their name into my skin with a rusty spring from the couch.

What I am trying to say is I am still working on it.

Anyway, welcome back, pray.

It's good to see that the extradition treaty from that foreign government where you got picked up for murdering lady boys is still active.

And here's your host.

The man who was probably rethinking ever answering hackwright's first email.

Blind, Mike,

Gary.

Not even close to what I asked for for the intro, but let's get to that way.

Because it's been of a serious start here where I kind of have to address, obviously,

what everyone's talking about.

What everyone's here for, I'm sure.

In the 1930s, the Dust Bowl took over Southwest America.

And what that was was such a destructive weather occurrence that basically

it was a drought and it affected, you know, food sources and all this sort of stuff. And what happened

was when one drought ended, another began. People could barely find nourishment. And it's not

since that era that there's been such a hunger,

a thirst that needed to be quenched in these United States. People have been coming up to me

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