A lovely conversation with Pablo Báez and Daniel Falatko, AKA The Wayback Machine.
Technical difficulties galore.
Pablo’s got a doobie, and I took 50 mg of edibles about an hour before this, just to calm down from reading the Epstein files, so we were all over the place. I wouldn’t exactly call this an interview. We’re making this up as we go along, and I love it.
We start off by discussing Kill Tony, a show I found when it only had around 20k subscribers on YouTube, and Tony Hinchcliffe was an unknown, red-faced gay man. (It’s a running joke on the show. Everyone says Tony is gay, even though he has a supermodel lady friend. It’s all good, gay fun.)
I brought up Pablo’s book, To The Moon, Darkly, published by Drek Death and Doom/Nascent Night Press, which he wrote during a time of financial instability after being fired from his job. We’re both in the restaurant industry, and as I say, it’s volatile. Tempers flare, and restaurant owners are generally shitty people. Generally.
Also got into Epstein, of course, and why it enrages me that our world is, and has been for quite some time, run by pedophiles and serial killers.
I brought up the drug scopolamine, which gave Dan the idea of drugging people, then bringing them to the zoo.
This is why we have these important conversations.
Also discussed AI again, because I’m terrified of it, and I recently watched a great film, Good Luck, Have Fun, Don’t Die, that explores a future where AI goes wrong. It’s hilarious and terrifying, but then again so is this goddamn modern world.
I’m saying goddamn a lot these days, writing from the perspective of an angsty teenager. We talked briefly about TRACKS KIDS and the prologue I posted and simultaneously unposted.
If you subscribe, I guess you got a free sneak peak in your email.
Don’t ask me why I do these things.
Insanity.
Brought up my interview with Worst Boyfriend Ever, (Dan asked a few questions, too), which I dropped yesterday. Check it out here:
Tommy, if you’re reading this, I’ll send you a check. Just DM me your social security number.
We discussed a lot more, so give it a watch.
Thanks to everyone who hung out.
Cheers.
See ya soon,
Connor


The “white” adjective-pejorative: my eyesroll
Pablo does bear a strong resemblance to the young Tom Araya.