There is a certain level of delusional that can only be reached at 2am while desperately trying to fall asleep. This podcast is an informal, unscripted record of one self described crazy person’s half coherent thoughts.
There was a solid three minutes of sirens outside my window. I wonder what happened there
So I just finished my final for my creative writing class this is the poem I wrote for it. More Halloweeny than Christmasy, but fuck it. It's my podcast.
My friends and I accidentally drove to Chicago to see a band where the lead singer bled on the audience. It was awesome