doesn't exist. But I do and my name is Russ. I'm 27 years old, male, married. I'm a writer who works on a farm. Only one of those really makes me any money. I'll let you guess which is which. But just remember, words and phrases like "organic" and "fresh" and "buy local" and "support farmers" are all really, really cute and sweet. In actuality, scooping heavy loads of horse and goat shit, picking plants in the midday raping sun, boxing with insects not yet identified and trying to master your Redneckenese language skills do have their own downsides. Anyways, enough of my bitching. I listen to the podcast while I work on the farm. You see, earbuds and ipods and silly things like e-mails are "wastes of damn ol' time" on the farm. I must listen to my mentalpod in secrecy. I squat down in the corner of the barn with a hose spraying dried goat shit off of a panel with my head tilted to avoid my earbuds from being seen while smiling and gently caressing my little i-pod. Just picture Gollum in a barn with an ipod but instead of hiding from a big scary fire ghost thingy, he's hiding his precious ipod from the Guards of the Republic of Hating Stuff for No Durned Reason or Because Diddy Din't Do it 'Atta Way.
This podcast is incredible. It's deep and it's fuckin' real. Exactly what I CAN'T find in therapy. I appreciate all of the guests coming on and opening up like that. I can't even really do that with my dogs let alone a widespread listening audience. It's really empowering for me. Just listening to this podcast for a few months has really sparked a few things in me. Hopefully a fire won't start. Then again, that's not always a bad thing.
