I'm on the East Coast, and also won't need to get rolling until mid-morning, so I'm just hoping to find the arCHive in the Podcast app when I get rolling tomorrow morning.
I'm on the East Coast, and also won't need to get rolling until mid-morning, so I'm just hoping to find the arCHive in the Podcast app when I get rolling tomorrow morning.
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www.jokerstarspoker.club (not your mommas chinese poker app)
It's happening tonight. I can't do it tomorrow. Preparing it now.
No Postle stuff tonight. I'm Postled out for now, and there's no recent news. I'm sure we will be back to it soon enough, but tonight's show will mostly be what we didn't get to last week.
Two questions. I’ saw Blake say he missed the Ivy League to trucker backstory. Have you ever said why?
Is it scary as fuck to drive a big rig? I feel like it would scare the shit out of me. Not for me, but for who I’m going to kill. I’m an excellent driver(rainman reference intentional), but I hate winter driving, and I think I’d white knuckle like 75% of my day. Not to mention all the times I see you guys at some light and the asshole at the light doesn’t realize your wheel radius requires them to give you some room. Isn’t that shit stressful? I could load up one of those sprinter vans and drive it to anchorage. I mean you’re on the freeway probably 90% of the time, but the snow and navigating shit would drive me mad. How long have you been driving? Seems like you can make $80k and be home every night after some considerable experience.
Side note. I almost killed a trucker one time, or more likely myself, when I first got my license I turned around in one of those areas you aren’t supposed to where cops sit, and misjudged how fast you needed to get up to speed I recall looking in my rear view mirror as he went sideways. Thank god no one was there and he regained control. Just having the inability to stop quick would scare the shit out of me.
Last edited by BCR; 10-17-2019 at 06:25 PM.
I had a similar experience in my mid 20s, almost killing a trucker.
Standing near the bar with my lady friend one evening (Newburyport MA) this idiot caught my eye. A complete tool. Leaning on people, staggering, loud babbling. This guy was obv a trucker. Mentally I was begging for him to bring his shitshow over in my direction, I order to end his night. I was going to kill him.
My lady friend took note of my distress, mistook it for sexual (rather than murderous) energy, and she led me out of the grog.
The trucker lived.
Last edited by Kuntmissioner; 10-19-2019 at 11:41 AM.
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