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I high tailed it out to The Waterhole last night after I broke open a sound pod and got a clue.

Someone is out there.. waiting for me.

Who are you?

And, more importantly, where have you been all my life…

Ate too much fried rice and noodles out in district R. The bad part was there wasn’t any booze to wash it down with.

DAMN!!■□□□□I miss daily drills and freeze-dried space food.

At least it got me where I needed to go..    Now I’m all bogged down. And depressed as hell. 

What’s it going to take Bombay??

Honestly,  I don’t know anymore which way is up. Am I coming or going?

This Earth-BOUND gig sucks.

Hello!….
                 Is anybody out there?

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Since I’m totally grounded,  no time travel,  no job, gotta read fortunes down at the wharf, it’s been suggested to me that I use this amazing opportunity of free time to dry out.

As in no booze.  Nothing!

Am I up for this challenge.  Hell yes!

You can’t keep me down forever Bombay. Before you know it, I’ll be back!

The bodies were buried long ago-but have resurfaced in the last few weeks. 

I thought I left all that behind in another dimension. Guess I’ll have to go time traveling-back to what once was.

Really?  Again??
Cruzan first.