Resurrected. (Not like Jesus.)

It's been a few years.
Ok, maybe three. Ish.

I don't expect readers.

My only intent is a dumping ground of sorts for my addled little brain.

A lot can happen in three years. An interesting story. I'll tell you about it sometime.

In short - I'm separated, working for The Man (although like all things, it started with the best of intentions and went to hell once the company grew successful) and trying to finish up the last touches on my first book. It's a hideous process, and I've certainly learned my lessons on how NOT to write a book.

But learning puts hair on one's chest... when it's not busy kicking your ass and netherbits.