Dear Fellow Discourser,
Let’s get to it, fellow Discoursers. I’m a lazy bastard. I have something like 9 episodes recorded — and not a single one ready to publish. Hey, I think someone I was fucking broke my heart and gave me oral herpes (2-for-1 deal!). Cut me a break. Honesty is the best policy, right?
Oh, did I mention that I almost killed myself from an overwhelming PTSD reaction due to my years as an EMT? The truth is the truth. Let’s move on.
2020 is a shining example of an amazing year compared to this one — so far. The scars from self-inflicted wounds on the back of my left palm are still a bright red. Stark reminders of my personal hell made real, pain incarnate. But I’m better. ‘Tis but a flesh wound.
However, fear not. Renewed vigor pulses through my veins. I’m drinking gasoline through straws in the Wendy’s parking lot. I am not on fire, I am fire. With that said, Discoursers is about to pop off in a big way. I know, I know… I’ve said similar statements in the past. So, I’ll just have to show you. Be on the lookout.
I’m currently working on two episodes: one to release Friday, and the other to release the Friday after. Both were a lot of fun to record, and the discourse was fluid and intimate. Really, I couldn’t have asked for a better session of two Discoursers trying to share their insights, pain, and passions with as little judgment as possible. I fucking love this podcast. it stands for everything I believe in. If just a few of us get better at discoursing with our fellow humans, us few can spread the
Spark up the accelerator. Chug that hot cup ‘o joe. Let’s get to changing the way we communicate our ideas to each other — for the better.
Thanks for giving this a read. And I’d appreciate you checking out the podcast, audio or video, and giving me some feedback.
Go fuck yourself,