I hate waiting. I would rather be kidnapped by terrorists and be forced to wear electrified nipple clamps than wait on anything. So when I set to work on the Patrick Winsett episode of the "Back Roads Podcast", it is safe to say I did not expect to wait on anything. As fate would have it with her absurd sense of sado-masichistic humor, we hit several snags. Drives fried. Almost daily power flashes that made doing anything at a radio station impossible. Christmas happened. All of these excuses stink to high heaven like the armpits of a professional wrestler. Just wanted to apologize and say that it probably pissed me off more than anyone. I apologize sincerely from the epicenter of my heart, and Patrick, you are more than welcome to come back at any time and hang out. Without further ado, I give you a very talented, humble, kind artist they call Patrick.