I'm Back, Again, and I'm Pimping Myself Harder Than A Diamond That's Been Through A Hardening Machine

Sorry about that. I was kidnapped by Vietnamese mercenaries. Let's leave it at that.

In my jail cell, while I survived on a thin stew of my own urine and damp rice, I found the time to write a piece about a chalk artist in Toronto, Chalkmaster Dave. I got paid for writing for the first time. It's out now on Nowmagazine.com. Here. Read it or die.

Oh, and if Lo Duc is somehow alive and reading this, thank you, my friend. I'll never forget your sacrifice.