Okay, I'm back... kinda. I entered this song contest thing here:
song contest thing
... and I've gotta write a fucking "happy" song by next Tuesday. The irony is not lost on me, thank you.
So yeah, I'm thinking of starting to post more... maybe. Plenty of shitballs have foisted themselves upon me since we last spoke, so I shouldn't have too much trouble coming up with topics. We'll see how it goes.
In the meantime, please enjoy this poem by Mr. Z that he wrote the other night while atop the crapper. He's a regular "Smell Silverstein."