AC Radio: Episode 10
13 Jul
Sorry we’re coming at you late this week. Significant audio problems had to be identified and thwarted.
Now that we’re here, we’re talking about dreams, nightmares and things that go bump in the night. Moms who cheat after Mother’s Day. Philly’s Funniest Fatties and much, much more. Enjoy.
AttentionCrash Radio: Episode 10
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Try living in Alabama and then tell me it’s not that hard to go 100 hours without drinking.
There’s some cool stuff for older people to do here, but not really anything for young adults that doesn’t involve alcohol.
And just in case any of the other five listeners are worried, giving up the alcohol was easy, which makes me suspect I don’t have a drinking problem. The crushing boredom was the hard part, so I think I just have a life problem.
When I had to go to mandatory alcohol “counseling” my counselor “Candy” told me that the way to tell if you had a problem was to go for 20 days and see if you could drink one drink everyday. With that said, she also told me she expected me to wake up dead in a ditch one day…
Dr. Rob, how was Toronto as a baseball town? I have always wondered that, as I always figured it was expats and whatnot who would get involved with supporting the Blue Jays.
If I had to go 20 days with only 1 drink a day, you can fucking bet there’d be a problem.
I trust alcohol to be my alcohol counselor. Some argue there is an inherent conflict of interest in such a relationship but I just get drunk and stop listening to those idiots.
For further clarification on the Canadian drinking laws – if it’s the same in Ontario as it is here in Alberta – they stop serving at 2am and then patrons have until 3am to finish up, at which point the bars have to take away the booze. That makes for some pretty hilarious situations involving yelling, fighting, chugging and/or puking.
I remember drinking in Chicago on tour and being amazed at how slow the night was going along. I kept ordering more and more booze waiting for 2am last call. It finally came. At 4am. And Charlie Hoehn had ditched me.
Moral of the story: Don’t trust Charlie Hoehn at a bar. He will ditch you every time and then say you’re the asshole.
I deal with home-intrusion dreams by keeping a machete next to my bed. There is also an eight-inch hunting knife under the couch in case I fall asleep there.
That’s a perfectly reasonable thing to do, right?