I won’t try to deny it; I’ve been neglecting you poor people for far too long. It’s not entirely my fault, though. Without going into details, let’s just say I do a little side work from time to time for one of our government’s most trusted agencies, and leave it at that.
No, I can’t tell you which one. Stop asking. Stop. Really, I mean it. Stop already.
So, look. I can’t make you any promises. I know you want what I have, and I’m the only one who can give it to you, but that doesn’t mean I’ll be able to give it to you all the time. Sure I’m here today, but what about tomorrow? Who knows.
Okay, I’m off to powder my nose. By which I mean snort an Oxy rail as long as a baby’s arm before burying my head between the overripe breasts of the whore du jour waiting seductively in my emperor-sized bed. Don’t wait up.