"Cry on Demand" - Ryan Adams
Of course not. Nor did I miss you. That's the kink in this beautiful world we call the internet. When we're here. it's cool, but when we're gone, we have real people to deal with. Well, besides those of you who live your whole life on the computer, ordering pizza online and paying by credit card, informing the delivery boy to just slide it under the door. Earning money by designing web sites and fixing computer bugs without leaving your underfurnished apartment for more than a few minutes to buy another bag of Doritos and a 24 pack of Mountain Dew.
You lucky bastards.
Me, I'm hawking overpriced CD's to rich suburbanites, rather than arresting them as I should be. Despite passing all of tests and being theoretically qualified to be a peace officer in the state of Minnesota, I am working at Border's Books, Music and Cafe. But not for long, motherfuckers, not for long. And when i am unleashed, you will all feel my wrath!
Who am I kidding. I just want to earn enough dough to move into a small apartment with digital cable and a DSL line. Is that so much to ask?
This is normally where I would do the whole catching up thing, but since nothing at all exciting has happened to me since June, I shall leave this floating in the 1's and 0's of cyberspace, to be seen by none but the bold.
I'm Ken Feucht, and it's good to be back.