I am alive once more.

Sorry for the lack of updates guys.

Housing problems are leading to an internet scarcity.
And you know what that means...

One of the horsemen has gone digital.

To hell with you famine, to hell with you to...death.

I am officially poor.

I lost my wallet which had my bank card from back home.
I can't seem to open a bank account...probably 'cause I'm a South African.

So I can't get paid 'till I do.

Damn, looks like ol' Myke is Tim Robbins in Shawshank Redemption.

And I'm so tender. Like chrysanthemum getting pulverized by a stampede of mutant Elk.

I never could stand much of the creature.

My bro Adam called me from back home.

He called me, as in goddamn live from 9000 kilos south.

That was otherworldly.

To hear a close friend's voice whispering ever so gently in you're ear. whispering...whispering.

Nah, it was actually loud and brazen, like the battle cry choir of a barbarian horde, and it was good...no, it was awesome.

Funny how little things can brighten your day.
Forever.

Must be hell of a phone bill though.

Well, I've settled in England. It totally blows...my mind.
The tubes are awesome, as is all their public transport.

Oh, yes, and that accent...something funktastic about it.

My friends made me a video, 'cause I was going away.
Nostalgia to the max.
I totally love those guys.
Thanks yo.