Send us a text A spider-filled garage sets the tone, but the chill arrives when we revisit a body-cam moment from the Chris Watts case that feels impossibly exact. As a neighbor tries to pull up security footage, the app crashes into a National Geographic ad: a fetus in the womb, an eruption, a skull in oil. We walk through that nine-second cascade with clear eyes—no hype, no ghoulish delight—asking how coincidence, conscience, and pattern-seeking collide when a killer is cornered in his own ...
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Send us a text A spider-filled garage sets the tone, but the chill arrives when we revisit a body-cam moment from the Chris Watts case that feels impossibly exact. As a neighbor tries to pull up security footage, the app crashes into a National Geographic ad: a fetus in the womb, an eruption, a skull in oil. We walk through that nine-second cascade with clear eyes—no hype, no ghoulish delight—asking how coincidence, conscience, and pattern-seeking collide when a killer is cornered in his own ...
Send us a text The gear you carry should earn its place, and sometimes that truth shows up the hard way. We open with a CRKT Provoke that went from ocean-rusted and over-torqued to brand-new after a painfully honest warranty claim—no lecture, just a fix. From there, we dig into how value really works in everyday carry: why affordable tools you won’t lose might beat luxury blades you will, and why customer support can matter more than steel type. Our attention turns to firearms and the fine p...
The Mick & Pat Show
Send us a text A spider-filled garage sets the tone, but the chill arrives when we revisit a body-cam moment from the Chris Watts case that feels impossibly exact. As a neighbor tries to pull up security footage, the app crashes into a National Geographic ad: a fetus in the womb, an eruption, a skull in oil. We walk through that nine-second cascade with clear eyes—no hype, no ghoulish delight—asking how coincidence, conscience, and pattern-seeking collide when a killer is cornered in his own ...
