The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated.

I've been enjoying a long spell of recuperation at the Irons STD clinic just outside Ft Lauderdale, assisting them in their quest for a cure for multiple, simultaneous STDs.

Apparently, the cure is to work in porn.

I'm back. Kind of. But I'll be keeping an eye out for shenanigans. And no, I'm not Fake Luke. I don't even read Fake Luke anymore.