I tore it up, shuttered that er. The kicker? That triple into the deep corner at the top of the century.
It affected those ers so bad they built their own site and slapped a lock onto it. Then that wasn't enough so they spread the news that I was dead. Yeah. They were serious. Sure, they knew I still drew breath up the street, but, they colluded to kill me so they didn't have to face my existence. Then when I surfaced here they canvassed Ellis to lock me out. And bub, they came hard at her, in concert, in a fortnight campaign to oust me, to kill me off again.
It did not work. She called me in, sat me down, questioned me in a frank manner. She let me have my say, then blessed my presence here.
I live.