Oh, I see the issue now. Big Whitey's fucked off to who-knows-where. Good riddance, faggot. You scared of a being that's a bagillion times lankier than your chubby self? And a "hack mystic"? Yes, truly, I am the one who is delaying the inevitable. Punk ass motherfucker.
Oh, and Mr. Sage? I've reached Jersey. You got a meeting place you could e-mail to me, or could you hit me up in Newark? I need to reconnect with some friends who can give me things. Very important things, things potentially pertinent to your situation. You know how to contact me, dawg.
And HOPEFULLY, I can get my second fucking review up. Hallelujah! I'll actually be accomplishing this blog's primary objective!