I jumped around Chinatown for a while listening to Ted Nugent on my audio system. Come on, who doesn’t love The Nooge, the Motor City Madman, The Ten Fingers of Doom, the Commando-in-Chief? A guy with that many nicknames can’t be bad.
Things seem to be going okay. I haven’t seen any Paracrime troopers since I got back from Costa Rica, The Malefactors haven’t tried to kill me yet, and I’m meeting Margo as the Velvet Marauder. I should do that tomorrow night. Anyway, I feel good, glad that I’m back, glad that I’m so handsome, glad that I have superpowers that let me jump around like a crazy-ass monkey while I listen to “Great White Buffalo.” Life is good.