Thanks to an account fiasco, my premier membership was stripped from me. I lived in the cold streets of the membership, sucking putarra dew sticks out of the trash can, coughing up my own plasmatic receptor acid until I collapsed and was pronounced dead for six whole months. I was known better for being the "exile who returned." What I did in this six-month period will be explained when I get some caffeine into my tarnished system.

Now, I'm back in black.

Put on some AC/DC, can't you take a hint when you see one?