My return to you

No one has felt my absence from the scene more than me. Every missed party, show, and all around good time I had to miss, ate at me like a parasite. I became a slave, and it's no one fault but my own, to the power of a stable, nice sized income. I have now seen first hand evil power of the dollar, and I am forever changed. For so many years I lived off crumbs, barely scraping by, and those were by far my most productive times. It's when I became enslaved by big numbers, that riffs started to come less frequently, and honestly, less intensely. But as always, fate has a different plan for me. Now fired for taking things that made me feel like I hadn't lost all my will, I have been returned to you, by fate itself, and I plan to do my best to take you wherever in this cosmos you wish to go. Already my guitar has started to speak to me again, and believe me, what it says, is what you need to hear. Let me end by saying that I truly missed you all, and it's great to be back