I'm baaaaaack!

Hello friends, it's your favorite nut ball, back from the depths of the Black Hole I crawled into last year.  Before you ask (because the Aliens gave me mind reading capability there)- I'll just answer:Yes, it was dark.  Yes, it was scary.  Yes, I got REALLY tired of relentless meteorites smacking me in the head when I *just* wanted to lay out on the deck.  But, I digress.  Being in a black hole is also very rejuvenating for your soul, in a way.  You can't help but be introspective, to the point of obsessiveness.  Because, well, what the heck else are you going to do while sitting in a black hole?  So I thought, and thought, and thought some more.  I realized I didn't want to think anymore.  I did, however, want to keep writing.  So here I am again, to bother the lot of you with my insane dribble about nothing, and how nothing is out to get me personally.  What is my purpose in life if I can't pretend like people actually give a poo about my verbal diarrhea?

What's it like living in a black hole? 
There were some great bars there - even better drinks.  The aliens were nice to me.  I slept a lot.  Whined a lot.  Was kind of pissy for a bit.  Then got my act together, and decided to return to the land of the living where carbon and oxygen reside.  Then I also decided to just throw caution to the wind and join Twitter.  I know, what am I thinking right?  You're saying to yourself... "slow down there killer!".  Something inside me inherently feels as if I have to make up for the slacking, and the lost time during my hiatus. 

Consider this a warning.  I'm going to verbally puke all over you.