Turdl growing ever more crabbed, crotchety, salty, and defensive on his livestreams. He would like to project insouciance and cool, but his voice trembles, he complains about a bad back, and proclaims himself opioid-, meth-, and cocaine-naive. He talks about himself more than his "docket," takes another "piss" break, then arrives back, fumbling with a lap full of mail. When Steph accuses him of having threatened women with a dagger and a gun, he denies it and makes her walk the plank, dismissing the matter with a janky Liverpudlian brogue. And let this be known: talking about his DV case is not okay. He belabors this. And did you know? He DOES NOT CARE what Kino Casino or Mr. Metocur say about him. He doesn't care. But he relishes his new status as a local lockup expert and offers free advice about driving the Hershey Highway in the Crowbar Hilton, or how not to. Tarl loves his newfound bad boy status and milks it. Probably for the jail groupie and melon-vagina action it draws.
Current subscriber count is 507k, down another 1,000 within the month.