Nomad Ace

Your probably wondering why the post activity has been so sluggish. Primarily, it is because the other authors are worthless and void of creativity. However, it is also largely in part due to the fact that for the past 2 weeks I have been suffering from - what doctors fear is a new strain of H1N1 - nomad syndrome; or, more commonly known as being homeless.

You may have a friend, or two, or if your me about 10, who move from place to place, town to town, beach to beach, with no real home base. Nothing but hitting the next "noche" on their plate. You know, that buddy who drives with every single item he owns in the trunk of his SUV.

The affliction is sudden, and takes an immediate toll on it's host. Bags of luggage left at various friend's apartments, single outfits worn for sarcastic stretches of time, but more importantly, a burning desire to keep things moving. Though, like geighs to vagina, the nomad has difficulty getting his hands on a laundry machine. Which I've come to realize is the real dick'n'thebutt about not having a crib.

No longer though will this blog go inactive for I have successfully found new diggs and can forgo million dollar amtrak/12dolla Fungwah rides back and forth from NYC to the Philthy for work. Ace, is, bizzack...