Idk why but every 2-3 years I feel compelled to come back to this place, even though it's basically a barren ghost town now.

I guess it's comforting to know that no matter how much I fuck up my real life, this place will still be here, somehow still trudging on, even if it's just a pale shadow of the greatness it once was.

Anyway, assuming anyone's still here to read this, how has everyone been?

I'm good.

We're not going anywhere. Yo Bander, I'll take a martini too!

Stayin' alive here. MF is forever.