This is pure fuckery.

I don’t expect anyone to listen to this podcast. In fact, I would prefer that you maintain reasonable expectations and perhaps simply don’t. This is mostly me talking because I enjoy talking, thinking, rambling, and occasionally discovering what the hell I was talking about approximately seven minutes ago.

At present, I am in a highly errant state of mind. I have not slept particularly well for several days and have consequently replaced sleep with caffeine, which is scientifically known as making a questionable situation considerably more interesting. My demeanor, opinions, vocabulary, cognitive architecture, and general relationship with reality will probably mutate as this series continues.

So please enjoy it. Or don’t.

Listen to it. Or don’t.

Tell a friend. Tell a tiger. Throw your phone into a camel.

I genuinely have no idea.

Topics may include, but are not limited to: thinking, tigers, alcoholism, girlfriends, tattoos, camels, AA money, other shit, the word “should,” music, and eventually the mysterious and majestic terminal region of the human digestive tract.

In other words, there is no theme.

There is only content.

And at the end of the content, there is an end.

Specifically, the end of the digestive tract.

To put a bluntly at the end of this podcast for a decent amount of time I rambled on about anal pleasure, stimulation, toys, lubricant, blah blah blah. I am heterosexual, but I love doing that to myself.