Blame it on Bruce!

Blame it all on Bruce Lerch.

The quiet absence of my scathing opinions from the internet over the last 16 months had allowed a calm to settle over both the rightfully fearful, and the blissfully ignorant. No more! A night out with Diggzy Brown, he of the chainsaw snores, reminded me of just how much I enjoyed the meaningless rambling I seemed to do on a daily basis, while slinging text for an online gamesite that never appreciated the singular wonder at their disposal.

I'm back, though admittedly I would much prefer to be crafting tales of fantasy, roleplaying through brilliant dialogue, and genius plotlines, towards a epic climax that could only be matched by a fevered night alone with Charlize Theron. Still, better that I share the numerous opinions that careen from the walls of my cranium, ever seeking an outlet for their blunt shock, than allow them to run me mad. Still, I have not given up the hope of once more taking on the mantle of the Shepherd of Men. For now though, I will wallow in the creative release that is The 4th Man.

Be warned. I've long since forgotten how to apologize, and had I not, it is unlikely that I would care enough to bother anyways. Read on at your peril......