HOLY SHIT! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
M is alive. Fucking M is alive. Commented on his own blog and on The Mystic on the 10th.
Why the fuck did no one think this was worth mentioning to me? Oh, wait, I know. It was because I was trying to break away at the time, wasn’t it? And you all, like considerate people, purposely didn’t try to remind me because that would pull me back, right? That’s what I’ll assume, anyway. Thanks for that.
But yeah…M’s alive. Maybe not back, and the few pieces of information he did leave don’t say much at all, but he’s alive.
On that note, I’m going on a trip this week with a bunch of other people, and that trip will take me to Chicago at one point. M’s probably not there anymore, but M, if you’re reading this, let me know. I’d love to meet up.
Oh, yeah, and, erm…sorry about taking your job and everything.