Alonzo and I had found our groove again, and it felt like we had never skipped a beat. It was just like old times, sitting in my living room, talking about everything and nothing all at once. We had swapped out the studio for a USB microphone and a laptop, but the feeling was the same. We were recording podcasts once again, and it felt like we were on our way to recapturing the glory that we once had. As a producer, I took great pride in our work. I was meticulous with every upload, ensuring that the sound quality was pristine and the content was engaging. We kept things simple, sticking to our tried-and-true formula of drinking beer, smoking weed, and speaking our minds. It was a cathartic experience, and I found myself looking forward to each recording session more and more. As we recorded in the dark living room, the only light coming from the glow of my Mac computer, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for my family. My wife Brenna and my daughter Alenna were sleeping soundly in the bedroom just next door. Their presence gave me a sense of peace that I had never known before. The podcast was our way of rebuilding the Bud and Roach brand, and I was proud of what we had accomplished. While most episodes didn’t make it onto YouTube, our entire audio library was available on It was our small corner of the internet, and we were slowly but surely rebuilding our fanbase. With each episode, I felt like I was coming back to life. The return of the Bud and Roach Show had reignited a fire in me, and I was excited to see where it would take us. As I sat there, sipping on a cold beer and chatting with my best friend, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be.

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