grin, motherfucker, with a mouthful of evil! anyhow, what the fuck has this soldier's campaign been lately? why, drinking cocktails! i've done it at home while watching the lost season finale (prediction: the swan was holding the supernatural forces of the island in check & thus next season will be a return to the wtfpolarbearisms), & at secret bars (see, stephanie was in town, & i took her to the double happiness, where we met up with peter & katie & meggo & then absorbed some l.a. guy). philter, shine dark! we keep it full of evil lamp oil, you see, from the deepest trenches of the sea of stars. darkness defines heavens, you know, & i can bottle it! i'll make a fortune. oh did i mention i will use my many golden ducats to finance a fleet of sleek ufos with which to ABDUCT. this is how a true, high-heavens baller rolls, ya heard! then i'll spit in your coffee!