I replant my freakflag of justice!
I had to resort to feint, subterfuge, and crazy back roads, but I have arrived home in my five-quadrillion-dollar car. I am taking a week to see my friends' shows at the Orlando Fringe Festival. It's where all those queer thespian types go each year.
Should you desire to have your henchmen arrest and/or kill me on any pretext, you will find me at Loch Haven Park --or wherever they're having the Fringe this year. Do remember that your agents will require a $5 Fringe button to arrest me at any show. (These shows aren't cheap to put on, you know. Don't cheat the Fringe.)
More later.
