Today i’m making good on my promise to inform and sedate my failthful fanbase (hey, it’s MY little section of the net, and i’ll imagine it however i want to… if that means insisting that the hit counters are broken/aligned against me, so be it… i’m a bloggod, damnit!!) with details, blurry as they may get presented, of my pre-communal-living existance.

It all started out when i wan born a poor black child on the bayous of easten Pennsylvania. I ate my collard greens and grew up to be an unemployed IT professional in up-state NY. As i’d jsut paid off my car and my credit cards and arranged to half my rent, i was in pretty good shape. My elligabiltiy for the 405 club made this situation exceedingly less grim, and i proceeded to enjoy the summer as a fine upstanding drain on society. About 2 months after i moved into my friend’s loft, we had to move out onnacounta his having pissed his landlady off. I put all of my stuff into storage set up a tent at the local dropzone, slept on friends’ couches during inclemant weather, and became a nearly-full-time dropzone bum. This was all well and good for the summer, but as the weather started to get colder i decided it was time for a less fragile dwelling. PLUS i’d just gotten a new girlfriend, and though chicks dig the tent, there’s nothing like a fly ride to chill in.

Thus began the era of the bus