
Show Notes
Welcome to the show where Dave Landau is Austin Anderson’s only guest, and this episode starts with drive-thru frustration before spiraling into cigarette nostalgia, comedy clubs, old-school video games, true crime, social collapse, and AI creeping in to finish the job. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
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