Looks like Brad is back on the map. Here is note from him:

I remember the first time I tasted alcohol, I was
fifteen years old hanging out with my older brother
and another dude who was a few years older than him.
We were in his Camaro on the backroads in my home
town, when the oldest dude, Chuck, stopped the car and
my brother Chad passed around the warm old Milwaukee
cans. It tasted horrible, and I wasn’t sure I ever
wanted to drink again. I could only get about half of
the warm,stale beer down. It would seem to most
intelligent people that the horrible taste coupled
with the warmth of the beer would have scared most
people away from ever drinking again.

Not Me. You see, it started a life long problem I like
to call “NO, I HAVE NOT had enough to drink, now mind
your own business”. Alcohol to me has always been “the
solution to and the cause of all of lifes problems”.
It tastes great, makes me more intelligent and
invulnerable to criticism. It also makes the women I
meet incredibly fun and interesting.

So why did I stop? Why did I seek help if I was having
so much fun? The answer is I had to after the incident
last July 4th. Although help wouldn’t come until
August 12th, the 4th was what made me realize that
even though I was having fun others weren’t.

July 4th started out like most Celebrations of Our
Nations Birthday, with alcohol. I got pretty drunk by
noon and was in no shape to be even standing up.
Although I won’t go into details of what happened that
day I will say, again, that I am sorry. I shouldn’t
have been messing around with the gasoline while
lighting fireworks, and I am sorry others got hurt.
I’ve apologized profusely to my long time friend
Barry. It was a bad deal, one in which I realized the
next day that my drinking had something to do with.

I tried to stop tipping the bottle after that, but I
think I knew that the end had to be near when I threw
up at the IGA all over the red cabbage. I was
embarassed, even more so when I noticed I wet myself
when I threw up so hard. It was time for help, and I
got it. I went into rehab on August 12th, with the
help of many friends and family.

I feel much better now and I have so many people to
think for it. First off Thanks to Ben and Tony MF for
all the support and help. Sorry Ben that I knocked on
your door at 3am that one night and then pissed all
over your door. Also thanks to my long suffering
girlfriend Lawanda, your the best baby.Thanks for
waiting for me. I hope now to move forward, upwards
and onwards. More Fat Robot Radio episodes to follow
along with some very strong Episodes of SLTM The
Podcast. It’s been a long trip, sometimes very
difficult, but I feel better and am ready to get back
to work.

Thanks for all the support, now if I can just get my
anger problem under control, I’ll be flying high.

Warm Regards
Brad Bugos
Somewhere in the Deserts of Arizona
sltmonkees@yahoo.com

This probably means more Fat Robot Radio soon. I’ll post more news as I get it.