fantomex

Some folks have lives like well-oiled machines, built on a solid infrastructure of day-planners, efficient time-management and the 7 Habits of Highly Successful Slaves to Ambition; they advance from one goal to the next like a German Panzer division on its way to Austria, and when they get there you better believe the trains are all running on time.

My life, on the other hand, is more akin to a three-ring circus manned by alcoholic clowns, dope fiends twisted on ether and pituitary gland extract, and basilisk-eyed individuals who oddly fail to show up on film, while from one day to the next I never know whether I'm the dancing monkey or the guy with his head in the lion's mouth until I get on-stage...

For those wondering where I've been the past couple weeks, do me a favor: if you ever find out, let ME know, okay? I don't recall a thing other than that it somehow involved petroleum products...

Worse yet, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to turn right around and vanish into the shadows yet again, at least until I get hold of the $$$ to re-up my membership.

It may be time to call in that favor Castro owes me...