Florida is a fucked up state. As two gays living in Tampa, we should know!! For our very first episode EVER, we're getting into a murder that's personal. Okay...not that personal. But a few years ago, we had a serial killer on the loose in our neighborhood!!

Howell Donaldson III admitted to four murders in Seminole Heights. Now imagine sweet Brandon alone in the apartment because we were briefly living apart for work. His only companion was our tiny Boston Terrier who didn't want shit to do with protecting him from a serial killer! Luckily, Brandon made it out alive to see the day when he couldn't figure out how to say the word tragedy.

To commemorate that horrifying time, Kevin is dishing all the gruesome details. Prepare to gooped AND (say it with me) gagged.

After, Brandon is taking us back in time to hear about a case that actually did a lot in the efforts to demonize weed. So this killer not only killed his whole family, he also played a part in killing all of our dreams of getting high and having a great time! Rude bitch.

He's telling the tale of Victor Licata, the dream slayer. Victor was often referred to as "queer" but don't worry, that just meant strange back then. He's not one of us! Basically, Victor thought he was just dreaming about a floppy axe but actually, he was brutally killing his whole family.

We can't wait to get into this absolutely fucked up mess with you. Just remember, murder is NOT funny. But we are! So sit back, relax? And enjoy the show.

And if you're thankful to finally have a gay perspective on true crime, don't forget to rate and review the show. Also, share it with your friends because otherwise, you are a loser!

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