Nor was I assassinated by the GSB, brainwashed by fascists, initiated into the sacred mysteries of a secret society or sent to Intergalactic Space Prison by the Reptilians.
But due to unforeseen health issues (isn’t that usually how it goes?), it may have seemed that way for the last week. Since I am editor-in-chief – or something – of Rise of the Lizard People, everything ground to a halt in my absence. Mea culpa. Mea culpa maxima.
Welcome back, me.