I’ve been on the lowdown- the heat in the kitchen was too much to bear, my vices were getting me in trouble. Too many sightings, too many close calls. My un quenchable hunger and evolutionary hijinks near had me flipped into the fryer. Tried to clean-up, a little rehab at a Fishaholics Anonymous chapter in the caribbean. Alone and centered in my head Snakey went to work on my ithalogical manifesto- Mein Fish.
What did not kill Snakey made all me the more manical. Two years is a long time to bouillabase and plot. Rest all ye merry Marylanders the Snake is back in town. Some of you have thought I’ve been hiding and perhaps Malkoviched into a particular former presidential candidate (Some of you are quite the sharper knives) My desire for domination near got the better of me and I near blew my cover when I let out my trademark BWahhhhhh.. (bbbwah… hah.. BWAHHHHHH)
No longer politically relevant I decided to become born again.. The second coming of Snakefish. Watch out.. Rebirth has me fired up and ready to saddle up and take on the metro area once again.