Damage Reports : People of the Lie

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  F.E.A.R Fuk Everyone & Run 01.10.2026 3分

  The Damage Report: When Your Worst Nightmare is Just an AlibiYou think your anxiety is special? Try confessing that when your wife bleeds out on the living room floor, your first instinct isn't grief : it's rehearsing your alibi.In this raw installment of Damage Reports , the narrator drags an unfiltered Step 4 inventory into the harsh light of day, moving from the grandiose terror of the Alpine Fault and terrorist plots down to the humiliating petty panics: bad breath, hidden snot, secret sexual inadequacy, and the bone-deep dread of being unmasked as trailer trash who never learned proper grammar.It starts as a laundry list of existential and microscopic dreads. It ends as a clinical autopsy of a deeply self-absorbed pathology: the terrifying realization that even in your darkest nightmares, everything bends back to you.If you like your recovery raw, unvarnished, and stripped of all the usual spiritual platitudes, hit play on Damage Reports. Listen to what happens when someone stops hiding behind "awareness" and admits the ugly truth of what's running the show.
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  Don't Lock that Door : just yet 29.09.2026 3分

  Locking the Door (or “Every Time I Leave”)A quiet, unsettling monologue about the obsessive checklist that haunts every departure — wallet, weapons, the partner’s mood, the fragile things left behind. What begins as a ritual of control unravels into something darker: the fear that leaving means failure, and that the real danger is never the world outside, but the self you’re trying to outrun.
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  Strategic Integrity 26.09.2026 7分

  2 AM. A cold Wind off the Pacific, cutting over the Port Hills. The brain running audits on cold cases it can't close.Tonight's case file: "Strategic Integrity." The management phrase for sounding like a consultant while behaving like a street thief.This one's about upgrading the vocabulary instead of quitting the lie. Non-attachment instead of terror. Roster dating instead of insecurity. The performative confession — handing someone your defects before they can find them, so honesty becomes just another way to keep lying.An arsonist who hands out fire extinguishers after the house is already alight.No fix at the end. Just the mechanism, laid bare.
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  The Productivity of Cowardice 26.09.2026 9分

  There's a list on the internet. Seventeen bullet points telling men what's wrong with them, seventeen more telling them how to fix it. A schedule. A budget. A worksheet.This episode takes that list apart.Not because the advice is wrong. The problem is treating the symptom like it's the disease. Organising the visible wreckage because the invisible stuff is too much to look at.Thirty-five years of recovery talking. Sixty-eight years old, still finding flotsam with his name on it. He knows the difference between fixing your life and fixing yourself.No fix at the end. Just the truth, and what it costs to tell it.
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  Safe Man? My Arse 21.09.2026 2分

  Damage Reports — Spotify DescriptionDamage Reports is a recovery podcast for people who've had enough of the pink cloud. Hosted by a 35-year veteran of the rooms, it's the meeting after the meeting — the one where nobody's performing serenity, nobody's pretending the slogans work, and nobody's asking you to clap. Each episode is a short, flat, surgical monologue: a man who's been clean since 1991 and still wakes up angry, telling the truth about what recovery actually looks like when you stop lying about it. Sponsors who relapse. Service positions that hide the sickness. Predators everybody calls "safe." The gap between what the programme says and what the programme does. No redemption arcs. No hero stories. Just the damage, reported.If you've ever sat in a church basement on a folding chair wondering whether you're the only one who doesn't get it ? you're not. You're just the only one saying so. Damage Reports is for the newcomers who can smell the bullshit, the old-timers who are tired of pretending, the ones who've buried friends and sponsees and still show up anyway, and the ones who left and might come back. It's dark, it's funny, it's occasionally cruel, and it's more honest than anything you'll hear from the podium. New episodes weekly. Warning: contains swearing, resentment, and the occasional glimmer of something that might be hope. Don't say you weren't told.
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  The Courthouse Steps 13.09.2026 7分

  February 1979. I was nineteen, sitting at a San Diego bus depot with dust on my boots and a heavy pack, when a charismatic recruiter named John bought me dinner. He promised a weekend in the snow with good food and attractive women. Instead, I got driven up a mountain to an isolated Moonie compound—trapped in a web of sleep deprivation, endless chanting, and aggressive love-bombing.I barely escaped before the trap fully sprung, but not before paying for my own abduction.This is the story of how easy it is to be hunted—and what it takes to walk away.
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  The Game of Dicks 19.07.2026 3分

  The Game of Dicks"Back in the 1990s, I was sent to a corporate training day. The topic? Communication. The lesson? One-upping destroys trust."Then the facilitator asked for an example.What followed was a story about four men on a building site, a smoke break, and a competition to prove who was most broken, most violent, most damaged.The game: my trauma beats your trauma.The prize: nothing.The cost: everything.No redemption here. Just discomfort. Listen if you dare.
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  Truth ; Not Tyranny 18.07.2026 4分

  "We were all waiting for the list.-- those elusive Epstein FilesThe one that would finally burn it all down. Epstein's little black book. The cosmic receipt of rich perverts.MAGA wanted Hillary's head on a spike. Liberals wanted Trump's mug on a pedo mugshot.Nobody gave a damn about the children. They just wanted enemies to crucify.Then Pam Bondi did her little dance. 'I have the goods,' she said.And the goods evaporated like piss on hot asphalt.No names. Just jet fuel receipts and proximity. Enough to fantasize about. Not enough to change a damn thing.But here is what they are not telling you while you chase ghosts:The system already collapsed. It just hasn't told you yet.It's not in a basement in the Caribbean.It's in the zoning board. The tax code. The insulin co-pay that kills your grandpa. The ICE detention center no one visits. The eviction notice taped to the door while a hedge fund buys your block.That is the real file. The bureaucracy of cruelty. The paperwork of indifference.But that doesn't fit in a meme. And America always chooses cheap over true.So we fight over shadows while the house burns down.In this episode, we stop screaming at the mirage. We walk right into the desert. And we ask the question no one dares to ask:What if the truth isn't in the files?And what if the tyranny isn't the one you voted against?"
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  DogShit 05.07.2026 6分

  35 years clean. Doesn’t make you wise. Doesn’t make you safe. Just gives you three decades to study your damage from every possible angle. In a Narcotics Anonymous meeting, asked to share about why he doesn't do drugs, he skips the grateful platitudes and delivers a damage report—because sometimes the only honest answer to "why not fire?" is a full accounting of the burns. This isn't a story about overcoming; it's a story about carrying.The crux of it is a video store, one week after leaving his kids' mother. His seven-year-old daughter walks in, sees him with a new woman and a daughter her exact age, and does the brutal math in her head. Her face goes from joy to anguish without a single word spoken. He saw exactly what she was thinking: you replaced me already. That look is the anchor of his sobriety—and the ghost he still can't outrun. It's the reason he works the program, not to become a saint, but to make sure he never sees that look on her face again.But the program doesn't magically scrub the stink off. Honesty means telling a potential partner he has herpes before the clothes come off, and watching their eyes search for the exit while they stammer about "coffee sometime." In the rooms, he gets the same cold shoulder—quietly avoided like he's tracked shit across the carpet. This isn't an inspirational recovery story. It's the ugly truth that makes people physically recoil. Three seconds of uncut silence at the end. Press play if you want the report, not the fairy tale.
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  REVEALED: The $300,000 "Self-Loathing" Tax. 16.02.2026 1分

  Most people think a "deal" is about the product. They’re wrong.In this report, I audit a transaction where the actual cost was 40 cents, the price was 30 dollars, and the secret ingredient was a "Hand on Heart" confession about a cheating wife.I didn't lie about being miserable. I just used my misery as a high-resolution distraction while I skinned mark alive.
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  Conventional Damage 15.02.2026 8分

  What happens when the laugh you crave cuts someone else open? In Conventional Damage, the line between humour and harm collapses under the spotlight of one man’s story : a joke told at a national “safe space” convention that detonated far beyond a punchline. Through memory, conflict, and uncomfortable honesty, he unpacks the anatomy of that night: the thrill of the hit, the backlash, and the cold data of who was hurt.This isn’t a story of cancellation: this is an autopsy of intent. Why do we chase being clever when we know the room is bleeding? What does it cost to be the sharpest person on stage? Told with dry wit and painful clarity, Damage Reports drills into the hidden economies of humour, guilt, and human connection. If you’ve ever laughed at the wrong thing, this one’s for you.
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  NO - and a Fish Bin 11.01.2026 3分

  Title: One Refusal and a Fish BinSubtitle: My Inventory: Finally.Description:"If he’d sold me the beer, none of this would have happened."That was the lie I told myself in the North Queensland heat, standing in the wreckage of my car while my infant son screamed from inside a plastic fish bin wedged in the footwell.In Season 1, this would have been a "Twisted Tale" about the chaos of addiction. In Season 3, it is a forensic audit of a predator.This episode isn't about the crash. It’s about the Mechanism of the Lie: how a man can witness the near-death of his child and, in the same breath, find a way to blame the barman who refused him service.I’m playing the tape back to look at the "Ego-Save." I’m looking at why I chose to treat a human life like disposable tackle, and why I used "The Prick" at the bottle shop as an alibi for my own undisciplined behavior.This is the inventory of a man who realized that the most dangerous thing in the wreckage wasn't the folded chassis—it was the story he was already telling to stay "innocent."The Inventory. Finally.
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  Intro to Season Three 11.01.2026 3分

  Title: My Inventory: Finally.Subtitle: The Autopsy of the Auditor.Description:For two seasons, I gave you performance. I curated my wreckage into "Twisted Tales" and "Damage Reports," using my history of addiction, violence, and loss as a credential to buy your trust. I admitted my flaws just loudly enough to ensure no one could actually touch them.I was a Person of the Lie, and this podcast was the paint job.Season 3 is the audit.In this season, I am going back to the old tapes. I will play the polished fables I told you in Season 1, and then I will perform the autopsy. I’m stripping away the "magic" and the "outlaw" flexes to look at the clinical, functional reality of the choices I made. No more poetic fluff. No more using my size as an alibi or my trauma as a shield.This isn't an "inspirational" journey. It’s a dismantling.If you are looking for a redemption arc or a "badass" narrator to validate your own excuses, look elsewhere. This is a forensic accounting of self-deception.The Inventory. Finally.
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  ...Doing you a Solid 31.12.2025 5分

  She stripped, climbed into bed, lights on, and took him in—no games.He mistook it for love.Her ex on the couch, thin wall, first orgasm.Father’s wedding speech about marital chains.Mother’s boyfriend, years later: “I fucked her to do you a solid—show you what she really was.”Betrayal wasn’t accident. It was the family lesson plan.Doing You a Solid: the quiet curriculum that turns intimacy into contempt.
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  "What the fuck does he mean by THAT?" 31.12.2025 3分

  From the man who beat her unconscious came a card: “I love you.”He studied it like a bomb and asked, “What the fuck does that mean?”Ever since, love, praise, kindness—all trip the same silent alarm: threat detected, eject.Relationships end before they can hurt.Even his coach’s pride lands wrong.The body learned early: affection is prelude to violence.The fault is permanent. Damage reported.
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  White-Anting 31.12.2025 3分

  Everyone knew the boss groomed and discarded women.When he started on my wife, I went nuclear: told HR my new desk gave me views of his dick in the toilets—then told him, in front of them, it wasn’t visible anyway.He crushed my career.I called it victory.Reality: white-anting. The quiet, corrosive sabotage a terrified man inflicts—first on his rival, then, inevitably, on himself.
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  Poison in a Glass 31.12.2025 4分

  Men complain about sex like it’s weather.I served one the antidote he couldn’t swallow: a vivid script of his wife humiliating him with another man while he watched.He was disgusted. He was hard.Because the resentment isn’t about her—it’s the poison we pass between us.Small boys in men’s bodies, forever holding the needle.Damage Reports names the toxin most men pretend isn’t the
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  A Safe Man 31.12.2025 2分

  You’re a safe man.”Those words became his license.He weaponised trust: lingering touches, calculated betrayal, public humiliation—all while playing the steady saviour in the rooms.Now another newcomer calls him the only sponsor who makes him feel safe.The cycle turns again.Damage Reports exposes the quiet predators who hide behind the word we trust most.No redemption. Just the wreckage.
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  The Brave Man : an Act 29.12.2025 4分

  In recovery rooms, money looks like control—so you trade something else. Childhood trauma becomes currency: a pause after “step-dad,” eyes down on “night-time,” voice catching on “alone.” Once is vulnerability. Twice is instability. Not confession—calibration. Stand still by the coffee urn, reflective; people come, wanting to see themselves in your wound. She does. Calls him brave, writes the story in her eyes: wounded man, quiet strength, the one she can fix by being enough. He nods, lets her believe this is the first time—not the fifteenth.Coffee, then her place. She thinks it’s spontaneous; he’s running a checklist—exits, mirrors, timing—waiting for her comforting touch to shift from pity to permission. “You’re safe with me,” delivered warm, measured, perfect. No feeling required. Reusable recovery phrases slide over everything: “opposite of addiction is connection,” “hurt people hurt people.” When it ends, gentle exit with scheduled tears: “It’s my damage, not yours.” No villains—just tragic misfit pieces. Truth: it wasn’t collision or healing. It was a sequence. Login. Session. Logout. Trauma as lock-pick, disclosure as leverage. Not broken—effective. A reusable tool, sharpened, no emotional fingerprints. He didn’t feel guilty. He felt nothing. Damage reported.
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  Count the Damage 29.12.2025 4分

  An old leather-bound ledger: 2,151 entries. Not addiction, not rebellion—obedience. Father’s curriculum: drink more, dominate more, fuck more. Mother’s footnote: women are cold, rejecting, prefer absence. The formula set early—masculinity as consumption plus domination, divided by her disappointed silence. Every encounter a chemical shout against the void she left and the cage he built: I am here. See my damage? It proves I am a man.Hidden column: the men. Grip on the neck, proving “you’re my bitch”—purest execution of the script. Connection was never intimacy; it was a weapon, a fortress of flesh where he could be alone inside someone and never found wanting. Thirty-four years clean, recovery didn’t erase the math—it exhausted the bodies. The numbers stopped adding up to a feeling, only fatigue. With 2,151 amends impossible, the honest report: the damage isn’t something he did. It’s what he is—built from their equation, performing an autopsy on the monster only to find the blueprint in his own hands.