Eggplants and you

Well, here it is a little over three years since the morning when everything went straight in the dumper. Literally, in some cases. I won't insult you by pretending I'm even vaguely proud of some of the things I did along the way to keep body and soul together and a roof over my head. But I did what I did and here I am today as a result of it - barely able to walk, most of the time, the poster boy for Chronic Fatigue and possessing two full outfits to my name. But I'm alive. I've had two nervous breakdowns and a suicide attempt, but nope - still here. I plan to keep it that way. Rock and roll, babies. Rock and roll.

There's one other thing

There is indeed one one thing, one other piece to the puzzle to return me to life, as it were. It involves the return of a certain internet show I used to have the honor to host based around good times, music, sex, copious amounts of alcohol and that chap in my icon, there.

Soon, babies. Soon.