I must apologize for our disappearance - the weasels had closed in my friend and took us WH authors capture. While subsiding in our cells gnawing rat meat off the bone and taking the occasional lashings for our impudence, our creative juices were building up, oozing out of our veins into our muscles and eventually seeping from our pores onto the stone floor.
So we're back, back again, shady's back, tell a friend. Our adventures have continued - Unkal Ryno's moved into the soulless city of Angels, Billie B.'s moved into the Hawaiian outback, Pile O' Kyle is running downtown Baltimore with an iron fist, and old DeVito's free of the college kids - now he's ready to get down to the dirty business of telling us poor schlubs how the other half eats and drinks.
So read on, young man and woman. We've escaped the prisons of conformity, have returned to the unpopular world of the word, and will continue to tell our tales of travel and debauchery to whatever brave souls will join us for the adventures.
As always, tell your friends.
And fuck the gapers.
- The Management
