I can't believe that we've all made it, zits and zombies.
2017 is finally here.
And I know everyone is pretty damn excited about it.
There were just to many artists and famous monsters that passed on during the course of last year, and because time is time and death is death, there isn't anything any of us can do about it.
Time marches on. And so do we.
My bloody, nubby fingers have been itching to get back to writing for you degenerates, and I have plenty of notes to get started on in this January of 2017. You're all invited to this massacre of words, gore and sexual deviance.
It's going to be great.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
C'mon... let's go.