My wife took me to my first Cleveland Indians game. I think I was 40 or something. I remember the heavy rain. There was a doubleheader the next day. It didn’t matter who won or lost. Thanks for the memories.
I went home and cut Daniel loose. It was enough of the nonsense. Daniel Blowden retired, but not before he taught me about pipes after the show. I got drunk as a skunk, and the good native got high.
That’s how I got hooked on him. My Little Pony conventions exist. I plan to release my story about failing radio in 2024.
This was just a fucking radio show.