It took awhile to get out of my parents basement. Hard to do when they live on slab. But I finally moved on out, to a house across the street. And like any angry basement dweller, I found a way to voice my obscene views of the world through a
state of the art workable system and badly created HTML. I eat ants. Sometimes I find myself wandering aimlessly through the streets waiting for death to find me, but then I realize that I am at a Costco and give up hope for resolution. I eat and breathe radio. That is not a good diet. So I supplement it with beer and cigs. Also not a good diet. Occasionally I eat steak. Medium Rare. This is no other option. Vegan-ism is not a real thing. Is this keyboard still writing? Oh yeah listen to my show. Every time you listen a terrorist gets his wings! Or dies. Not sure which one. Play the odds.