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  2. Joe, I spent almost 15 months, in an 8' x 12' one man federal prison cell, [what everyone calls the "hole"] without leaving it one single time. Court was done through Zoom, and a small monitor screen was literally wheeled up to my cell, and the food trap opened. For any use of the phone, said phone would likewise be wheeled up to my cell, looking like a payphone but on a wheeled platform and much less to it aesthetically. I "showered" via birdbath in my prison sink/toilet get up, with a fuckin ripped piece of prison shirt as a face cloth, but had a towel. Thing was, only a few months before this 14.5 month long sentence to the hole [for a couple fights, as well as tattooing and distributing/building and making tattoo guns and pure carbon based tattoo ink, excellent shit believe it or not], right before i actually got busted, I was a gun designer, engineer, and full blown builder, for a globally recognized and VERY well known of, very dangerous illicit group, based out the city near me in Massachusetts. I am a country loving, gun loving, Ex military patriot, in my late 20s at that time, mid 30s now. I have been a gunsmith my entire life, and had my first firearms when i was VERY young. I have struggled with addiction my whole life, and AFTER getting clean, my life was in fucking ruins. Even with expert knowledge in welding, metallurgy, and mechanical engineering, not to mention certifications from highly respected institutions and schools, i could NOT get a job to get me anywhere NEAr being financially stable and self sufficient. I was and am still, a blacksmith, and metalworker of basically ALL forms, and was desperate to get the money, to start a company. I have built guns for the majority of my life, yes, I'm also a prepper [sensibly, not obsessively], and I originally went to college to be a Fed [such was my end goal].Ironically in those younger years, I aspired to work for the very three letter organization of tyranny that eventually put me in their absolutely inhuman idea of what prison is supposed to look like. The Federal Bureau Of Prisons. I was a combat engineer in the US Army, dealing with a PLETHORA of improvised explosive devices, rare forms of endless different types and style of triggering mechanisms, improvised chemistry pertaining to the creation and use of all different types of weapons, and fully trained and vetted in sourcing, the often improvised and dangerous chemistry of creating such weapons, as well as disarming, containing, and keeping perimeters around such Boom makers. I accepted the deal to work for these people unfortunately, and engineered, designed, and created several simple weapon platforms. Often open bolt fired, many fully automatic, yet always aesthetically quite pleasing, and especially desired by these types of people. Also, there were many Uzis, Macs, Aks of many different types and nationalities, AR platforms, pretty much anything that didn't ABSOLUTELY require a large CNC machine. Anyways, only a few months before doing this 15 month bid in the hole of the federal prison i was detained in at that point, I saw only 3 people over about 16 months, pretty infrequently at that. One was the non english speaking "runner", that was payed to bring me ANYTHING i asked for, mostly groceries, maybe some bud, smokes, or tools and particular tool related items that could be purchased at at a local store instead of having to order them and wait for them. Another person was my brother, which probably stopped by incidentally 4 or 5 times for maybe 5 or 10 minutes over that 16 months, and the third being my mother, about the same amount as my brother, maybe staying for a little bit longer per visit. I have to say, i definitely struggle with depression, and have had a FUCKED UP journey through the very darkest pits of heroin, cocaine, crack, and basically anything that get get into a needle as well. There's been a FUCK TON of loss [mostly caused by ME and MY fucked up actions throughout addiction], an endless hell of regret and absolute insanity, all throughout the twisted world I made for myself [as I fucking HATE the self-made-victim perpetuation people seem to cling to these days], and I'm SURE that contributes greatly to what I am about to say. Bro, I have been single, for 10 fucking years. I used to be a pussy hound as a younger dude. Isolation….. REALLLLY allows one to look REALLLLLL fucking deep into that dark, light omitting, black hole-esque, all consuming VOID… That exists DEEP within SO many peoples souls, and hearts. I LOVED being alone, even still, I LOVE the isolation for the most part…. HOWEVER…. I will say, that in these last 2 years, and now a few years after prison time, and dealing with the cataclysmic fucking wreckage of absolutely EPIC proportions, from my past… I feel like my soul; My HUMANITY…. Is finally calling for connection again. It's like some kind of DEEP primal necessity. A calling, from something SO familiar yet in many ways, so explicitly alien to me…. I have seriously doubted anthropologists and philosophers and psychologists for their absolution in the idea that "Humans are invariably SOCIAL CREATURES" for years…. However, I am beginning to see a craving…. Or like a hunger, or NEED for real social connection, intimacy, trust, dependability… That old group of feelings and behaviors for which i used to essentially exist for…. Anyways, you seemed quite interested in Toms' isolationism, and I couldn't help but throw this fuckin endless wannabe auto-biographical memoir shit up on here. I doubt you'll read it, I fuckin wouldnt. But if you do, with your mind, shit, maybe you'll find it a little bit fuckin interesting or some shit. Anyways, good fuckin podcast as usual bro, even if I'm pretty late to see it. Later man.

  3. Jesus Joe, let the fuckin guy talk fa' fucks sake bro. Hah, you basically interrupt him the entire show man. This fuckin guy basically defined ridiculous comedy for me as a child, starting at about the age of 7 years old. Guy was a pioneer and along with other shit like South Park, opened my mind to the special kind of hilarity that obscenity for the sake of itself, and ridiculous bullshit for the sake of just being who, what, and whenever he felt like, in whatever show or movie the dude was in. Fuckin guys a legend! ALLLWAYS wanted to hang with him, get shit faced maybe, and do some crazy hilarious shit. Great pod Joe, i'm a fucking woods living boonie dwelling gun loving bushman from the commie-esque freedom free sister-of-california shit hole of Massachusetts, and have lived all over the country, always in the deep country, dealt with animals like horses VERY much so, and definitely learned a fuck ton about Mules. Keep it up bud, good shit.

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