S11 Ep14: S11E14 - "Ticket to Normal Town" - Drew Blood's Dark Tales Podcast

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Drew Blood's Dark Tales — A Horror Fiction Anthology and Scary Stories Podcast 40 min 2 speakers 5 chapters transcribed 2 days ago
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Duncan Wisbey 0:03
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Drew Blood 0:50
Hey friends, it's me again. You know what's really easy to do and even easier to forget? Help me out and hit that like button if you're listening on YouTube. If you're listening somewhere else, what
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Drew Blood 1:00
hell? Pop in and give me a thumb. Say hi while you're at it. Helps me a ton with that damn algorithm. And besides, it's always nice to see you there. All right then, let's hop on that crazy train. All aboard!
Drew Blood 1:40
Well, hey there, friend. Hey there. Good to see you. First off, happy National Cheeseburger Day. For those of you who study history, the cheeseburger was invented in 1924 when one Lionel Sternberger felt silly one day and dropped a slice of cheese on top of a hamburger patty. I mean, crazy bastard. The hell was he thinking? But it kind of worked out for him, didn't it? I was just thinking that myself, Chester. They should have called it a Sternberger and cemented the man's legacy. But like Joe Pesci said... They always fuck you at the drive-thru. Oh. Damn. Well, there went one eyebrow. The good Lord saw fit to give me two. Hey, do me a favor and visit ChillinTalesForDarkNights.com. Click the Patrons link in the menu.
Drew Blood 2:37
You'll get the entire catalog ad-free and available to download or stream for $7.99 a month. Your kind support helps keep this thing going. Also, feel free to join myself, Paul J. McSorley, Jeff Sturdivant, and Eric Peabody over at patreon.com forward slash degeneratedpodcast. You can join me and the fellas for our new weekly show, and listen for free, of course, on your favorite podcast app. And for you overachievers out there, there's patreon.com forward slash drewblood. Over there, you can help support me and Chester personally, help keep that ravenous prick fed. Either way, thanks for all the support. So tonight, we welcome author Keith McDuffie. In this one, we join a burned-out rock singer, his manager, and a man in a white suit who wants to make him a better offer.
Drew Blood 3:29
So, without further delay, from author Keith McDuffie, I give you Ticket to Normaltown.
Drew Blood 3:48
There was a time once when my life was more like what most would call normal. I don't remember when that was, but it's only logical to assume that before pills, punk rock and pussy, there was a bout of normalcy for Mr. Gillian Rush. I've decided that I'm probably better off not remembering. My shrink tells me it only depressed me more. Damn it, I think she's right. That is something I really don't need. I've already got an overabundance of despondency, thanks. Once in a while, though, I have my good days. Days when, if I'm sober enough to remember them, things are blissfully uneventful. And then I think to myself, is this what it's like for people not like me? People without the kind of baggage I tow? It's nice, but I'm no idiot.
Drew Blood 4:48
I know it's short-lived. Back on the road, all bets were off. After all, it's what I had signed up for, right? But there was a time once, just for a short while, when I thought I had accidentally found my ticket to normal town, full boat and full time. August 27th, 1986. Veterans Memorial Coliseum in New Haven, Connecticut. Sold out. We'd just played the hell out of a three-hour set, and my head was still on fire from it all. Jimmy, our drummer, I remember had to hold me in a sweaty headlock backstage so I wouldn't sprint back out for a third encore. He didn't let me loose until the house lights were back on and half the seats were empty. I stormed off to take a piss before joining one or all of the numerous soirees already going on in the dressing rooms, hallways or buses outside.
Drew Blood 5:54
I can't imagine how much water, beer and booze of some kind I'd thrown down my gullet on stage without hitting the head.

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