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Mike (0:00)
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Nate (0:21)
Listener discretion is advised. What the Crazy. I know, right? That's what I'm saying, man. It's just. Yeah, it's kind of spooky stuff.
Mike (0:37)
It is spooky stuff, isn't it? We like spooky stuff around here, don't we? Sass holes. Hello. Happy Thursday. Welcome to your favorite podcast. Sword and scale season 12, episode 295. The show that reveals that the worst monsters are real. Well, if you haven't checked out Sword and Scale tv, you know, I don't know what to tell you. We got one out right now that's pretty intense, and you might want to take a look if you're interested in the true crime genre. Because these things are. It takes a lot out of me to make one of these episodes. It really does. I mean, wow. Imagine you're 23, living in a small town in godforsaken Ohio. Life here isn't exactly exciting, so you chase excitement wherever you can. Parties, festivals, raves. Do they still do Raves? New faces and old acquaintances. Some days you barely know half the people you're with. You smoke, of course. You dance. You draw. And for a few hours, you let the music drown everything out. You're a free spirit. But eventually the music fades, the lights go off, and you're back in your bedroom, feeling that ache of deep loneliness that you just can't shake. Your room is a mess, littered with sketches, collages, and little scraps of ideas that don't quite come together. You feel like an artist, but to live like a homeless person. The faint scent of weed lingers in the air, mingling with the smell of incense. Probably a few hints of patchouli as well. Gale, your gecko is asleep in her tank. You write little reminders to love yourself and keep going. I mean, somebody has to. Even when you feel like you don't matter, which is becoming a more frequent occurrence, you scrawl big letters into a bullet journal, filling page after page after page.
Ellie (3:58)
Anyone that wants to date me wants to hurt themselves.
Mike (4:02)
This is just how things are. You try not to think about it, but it's there. This feeling that you're not worthy of happiness or love, that somehow everyone you meet will leave you in the end. Weird. I Thought I was the only one who felt that. It starts in January. One cold night, you're mindlessly scrolling, checking messages. You're used to chatting with people you know, random party friends, the guy from last week's smoke session, etc. But then a message comes in from someone new. A guy named Kun Joe. Who the hell is Khun Joe? You don't know him, but you're curious, so you accept his Facebook friend request and start chatting. At first, there's nothing out of the ordinary. You're used to people hitting you up out of nowhere like this, so you don't think much of it. A few days later, after some casual banter with this guy, he sends you another message. This one makes your heart skip a beat. Just want to show you it's not that hard to find someone unless they don't want to be found. I worry about my privacy as well. My social and personal info is on my license. That's why I don't share, because you could show that to anyone. And if I'm not sleeping with you, it's hard to trust ya. After this message is a screenshot of your address. This person knows exactly where you live. Just saying, if anyone goes missing, it's not hard to find.
