EP71: Sideways Tampons

It starts in the back of a ’57 Chevy at an X-rated drive in theater, at age eleven Mary makes a stand against the church, only to cut and run from it all as soon as she bled. So drop some acid and grab your season pass to Six Flags, this “fag hag” speaks with…

EP69: No, I’m Barto.

Deep in the tarantula filled expanse of West Texas a young Barto found that Jesus Christ was best a Superstar, LSD is one hell of a trip, getting kicked in the nuts in your heart hurts worse than your regular nuts, and that even if “it was the 80’s” nobody should ever put kiddie in…

EP62: Some stupid punk rock idealism

When you’ve spent most of your life in Oregon being so gothic it hurts, why wouldn’t you meet your life mate through a mutual acid dealer? These long time buddies of mine, look back into the dusty cobwebs of time and share stories of unwanted sexual encounters, baptisms crossing paths with sexual awakenings, and other…