From the Jil Schwartz Memorial Library here in Deepest, Darkest Savannah Savannah. This is obscure season four in American tragedy.

I am your host, your friend, your ear lover, your literary Mansplainer in chief and

George Nologist Michael Ian Black.

I don't know why I said the,

it was the deepest, darkest.

Savannah, I think I was just looking to add a layer of mystery and foreboding to this week's episode

for no reason, other than, you know, raising the stakes, raising the tension here as we just plow our way

through this tome and it is a tome so let me just give you a quick check in

we're on page 140 there are still oh right around

600 pages to go so you know I't know, we're just at it. We're at it, we're in it, we're in the thick of it, we're enjoying it.

I'm hemorrhaging subscribers to this podg-k-well, hammeraging might be an exaggeration, but the audience

certainly isn't growing and that is to be expected because as I have said all along

this is a very bad idea but as I have said all along this is a very bad idea.

But as I also said, we're in.

We're in the muck of it.

We're thigh high in it.

And the mud's just getting deeper.

What's going on with me? Nothing really.

Quite weak here in Savannah.

Oh well here's one thing that's kind of exciting.

They're building a hotel near us, like a fancy hotel. And part of the hotel is a club,

like a private club that you can join. You know, they opened it to locals if you want to join like

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