People everywhere stop me on the street and query â€œWhat up dog, where you been?â€ I consider this, wonder why theyâ€™re talking like that, and go on to tell them that while Iâ€™ve been away, I’ve now returned and am, I add, in full effect.
Seems I went off and did this -â€“ (Iâ€™m not only a first-class cameraman, but can portray Karl Benz in a Velomobile with the best of them) — and simply neglected to cease traveling. Lot of crime scenes in Cuzco and Sumer to be investigated after all. Sadly, my photos of Atlantean gang killings were â€œlostâ€ by the lab. Damn Illuminati.
Anyway, Iâ€™d left McCarthy at the dock, so trusty Packard and I immediately set forth, traversing town to catch up on old posts. Which are now live-witness twenty-five brand-spanking-new entries au go-go,five for July, eleven in August, another nine in September.
Love and kisses, and death to all those who oppose us,