I recant my story from the time I split my forehead open in 2017. This is a VERY long winded retelling of this traumatic event that occurred during a VIOLENT game of cross pool. I did not die and honestly this is pretty light hearted considering the event that transpired. So click play and unwind while I relive a comical event.
On the debut episode of Mook at Midnight (a working title) we discuss why spell check is the best invention in modern history, how math class is a mind fuck to a small brained individual like muah, and I expand on my love for grimes. In this 30 minute long charade to hear my mental state decline as I enter into my millionth day of quarantine. Hey but thank you for spending 30 minutes of your life melting your brain away with me, MOOK :)