Prisoncast

Gas prices, stimulus checks, and the grind of survival energy from the frontlines of the pandemic lockdown absurdity. From filing fiction taxes to chasing denied aid, it’s a gritty ride through frustration, hustle, and dark humor, all told in the unfiltered rhythm of lived experience. Don’t turn Roger in to the IRS. Music by Mindframe (steve/doli) "Vivid Red"

Roger shows up to rig lights. Truss goes up, lights go dead. Boss is breathing down his neck. He’s never run this board, but he calls in David Boykin—Carrie Underwood’s lighting guy—who rolls in and saves the day.  Now Roger’s locked in, watching surgeons slice through ligaments and bone on giant screens while trying not to lose his lunch. Flesh flaps, bones snap, and the lights stay on. No pedals...

Cursed field, sovereign blood, and the debate glyph loop. Roger is drunk. Everyone is drunk the field’s cursed. Everyone’s fucking cursed. We spiral through blackout drinking games, hospital geometry, and sovereign exits. No one shut the fuck ups me. Someone shut the fuck upped me! “Shut up, man.” “Fuck you, I’m coughing on you.” White tennis shoes soaked in blood. “I gave myself a bailout.” “They...

November 7, 2020. “Great, now we got a brainless corpse for a president.” The media calls it for Biden, and the streets of San Diego’s gayborhood erupt—car horns, paper horns, nonstop noise. Roger wakes up to the chaos and loses it. “Shut the fuck up!” - 14 straight hours of overly jubilant idiots pushing him to the brink of sanity. Then comes the kicker: a homeless transvestite strolls by and say...

Prisoncast is what happens when grown-ups on pandemic time with nothing to lose start living like they’re 22 again. Roger’s getting hit on at the Allibi. “What—you don’t like bacon??” and Linda’s calling out the cool kids for being too cool. It’s late-night bar talk meets risotto-fueled romance, with a splash of gravy, vodka, and a whole lot of heart. Grown-ups, definitely not playing it too cool....

Roger recounts a surreal night in San Diego—industry folks showing up out of nowhere, a Denzel Washington lookalike, and reflections on karma, loyalty, and neighborhood bonds. Meanwhile, Steve and Linda offer warmth to someone in need back in West Virginia. Video game music DOGDRUMS by Mindframe

Years and years on top of years, handed down the fear of fears.   Take a breath. Hold it long. Because we're here. When the Sago mine collapsed in West Virginia, I built the site that helped the families—through the West Virginia Council of Churches.   The governor pointed the whole state to it.   People donated. People remembered.   “I live out west now, but I grew up there.”   “My granddad w...

PrisonCast: 80s tangent grit (or tan-ger-ant) Wild mic—Steve and Linda go off on a tangent about 80s music, radio stations that may or may not exist, and the art of showing your ass in high heels and punk rock ties.   From David Bowie concerts to Millie Vanilli scandals, it’s a chaotic stroll through pop culture with zero apologies and maximum truth. And when love hits? Linda sneezes. Literally.  ...

We didn’t dodge the pandemic—we rocked through it. Bowl in hand, spoon in mouth, sharing everything but germ fear. Best Pandemic Ever. Two happy misfits on a brown couch, trading drinks, punches, and stories. We sold our furniture—and a sink we found in the alley - forging love in lockdown, drenched in weed smoke, vodka gulps and laughter. No masks. No distance. Reckless and real. Music by Steve &...

In this raw and resonant field recording, Linda and Pudge spiral through the emotional terrain of fatherhood, custody battles, and the sovereign disconnect between daughters and mothers. Pudge shares his fight to protect his eleven-year-old daughter from what he sees as inappropriate choices made by her grandmother—belly shirts and spandex that clash with his sense of timing and care. The conversa...

Prisoncast: Raw voice from the Inside. Dive into the unfiltered heart of incarceration with Prisoncast—a gripping podcast capturing real-time phone calls between bars and miles. Each episode peels back the layers of prison life: the frantic commissary hustles, "rained on" lockdowns that kill the vibe mid-sentence, sleepy confessions of "boring as fuck" safety, and those gut-punch &...

Pain

Opioid Alibi is a surreal ride through music, memory, and the emotional wreckage of lockdown. Steven’s original track sets the tone, weaving through a raw conversation about COVID’s hidden toll—abuse, addiction, depression, and the heartbreak of isolation. From underground parties to political conspiracies, from opioid loss to family grief, this episode doesn’t hold back. It’s part spoken-word, pa...

Open Mic Night

She’s in the hospital bed. He’s at the foot. Outside, the hills don’t care. This clip is —truth, pain, frustration, loyalty, and not knowing. Poor families holding tight through tough times and tougher people. No polish. No politics. Just real life. The kind you don’t fake. Clip from Hillbilly Eulogy. Music by Steve "Metric Wire"

Nature Interrupted 

Names

A mythic riff from Prison Cast: ex-military roommate meets Sydney, the son with the sweet laugh and sharp instincts. A phone call spirals into a field of respect, warning, and maternal firepower. “Don’t mess with my mom—she’ll shoot you.” A 105-pound sovereign force, no bullshit, all presence. Laced with humor, heat, and field attunement. Prison Cast out.

My Love for Steve

Dive into the wild, unfiltered chaos of life on the outside with Max – the ultimate party queen who's got Texas on lock and Vegas clubs running scared. In this raw, real-time convo straight from a boozy Austin night (with shots, cheers, and zero regrets), Max spills on getting booted from clubs for being too hot, shaving heads gone wrong, DJ dreams in San Diego, and her next adventure: jetting...

Max One

Linda chopped a chicken’s head off in NC—thing went wild, chased a 5-year-old like it had a vendetta. Kid almost cried, but they all burst out laughing, and he joined in. Later, Linda recalled her pet bull and her sister’s cow—woke up to find them skinned and hanging. Childhood trauma turned dark comedy. Music by Tilt (ron/tim/doli) "Get Real"

Linda's Beliefs

Linda to Steve

You think female prison is just bars and women in orange jumpsuits? Nah. It’s brown trays, brown dinners, and battles over four damn tables. Twenty women. Four tables. You do the math. You want to eat? You fight. You want respect? You earn it. And when those girls jumped the line and took our table — the one me and Summer held down for eight months — I knew it was go time. I looked at her and said...