These shorter, solo episodes were once described as “kinda like NPR.”  I take that as a compliment, despite the fact that this show is nothing like NPR. Hell, I don’t even listen to NPR and don’t you dare ask me if I listen to Serial.  My buddy SuperFan Jordan once told me that it was like listening to your buddy tell you a story.  So, I will continue to do the show in this manner if I don’t have any guests lined up.  It’s fairly therapeutic.  Perhaps I should change the name of the show to TIDTalk.  I owe my friend Bryan money for that.  Anyway, on this episode I tell three stories. All of them are completely unrelated and aren’t even funny.

The first story is a tale of how my father is a genius and solved the Y2K thing in the 90s. Seriously, my dad’s the man.  He saved the world in basketball shorts while eating a coney dog.  My brother was there, he did stuff.   The second story is about how a guy at 7/11 ruined an already crappy night by arguing with me on my intent to purchase frozen White Castle sliders.  Any person who infringes on my God given right to purchase frozen cheeseburger sliders at 3 a.m. is an enemy to me and an Enemy of The State (no Will Smith).   I swear a lot on that part of the show, so make sure you turn your headphones down really low. However, the third story is a bit out of left field and takes the show down a dark path.  When you listen to it, you’ll understand.  There’s just some sick people in the world.  In any regard, here’s A Very Special Episode of Worst Millennials.  And yes, everything is perfectly resolved at the end of 22 minutes.

Later nerds, Damon