A courtesy post.
I'm retiring this blog indefinitely. No crisis, no emergency. The status of my bloggin' can be summed up as this:
When I come back like Jordan
Wearin' the 45, it ain't to play games with you
It's to aim at you, probably maim you
If I owe you I'm blowing you to smithereens
Cocksucker take one for your team
And I need you to remember one thing:
I came, I saw, I conquered
From record sales, to sold-out concerts.
So motherfuckers if you want this encore,
I need y'all to scream until your lungs get sore.
(I typed that from memory!)
Bon voyage, mon amis,