Show Notes
I’m saying… maybe take it easy on that medicine you’re drinking over there. And maybe think about reconsidering that offer, if you know what’s good for you.
"Dumpster Fire" was written by Bob Raymonda.
Performed by Nadia Sepsenwol, Emily Battles, Sean Williams, Bob Raymonda and Danyelle Ellett.
Sound Design and Scoring by Jeremy Ellett.
About the Author: Bob Raymonda is a writer and producer based out of New Rochelle, NY. His work has found its way onto Peach Mag, Syndicated, Luna Luna Magazine, & Yes, Poetry, among others. In early 2015 he founded Breadcrumbs Magazine, an online literary and arts journal that fosters creativity and collaboration through shared inspiration. The project has grown into a community of over 350 contributors across the world in a wide variety of mediums. In 2018 he helped co-found Rogue Dialogue, a podcast production company with Christie Donato and Adam Raymonda. Their first show, a sci-fi audio drama called Windfall, launched in February of 2019. Their second show, a podcast sitcom called Forgive Me!, launched in August of 2020. Rogue Dialogue aims to create richly sound-designed content in a multitude of genres. In 2023, they launched Bobby’s Snacks: a weekly newsletter covering released in the indie audio fiction community.
MUSIC: And Their Domain by Echo.
The Seikilos epitaph panem et circenses by Echo.
Someone Just Like You was created by Jeremy Ellett.
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