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When I Googled Portsmouth looking for a photo, this came up. I have no idea what's going on here, but I felt it was appropriate.

I've spent the last two weeks wondering how I was going to do this. I wanted to come back with a bang, blow everyone away somehow so that people would be like, shit, I really missed that girl and her rambling musings about getting drunk and rotten Portsmouth yuppies and her constant mocking of our treasured local events. But then it never came. I couldn't think of anything killer to comment on. I waited the entire rainy month of April and nothing happened. It was just work, eat, drink a beer at the Coat, sleep and then do it all over again. That's Portsmouth for ya. Letting you down when you really need her to come through.

Then it was May. The sun came out and I finally remembered why I live in this town. In the last few days, I've taken a great ride on the ol' Shogun bicycle. I've had a Jimmy Juice and a can of Miller Lite at Harpoons. I've sat with the butt smokin' crowd in Market Square talking politics and I was given a replica war-era Zippo lighter like the ones given to Marines from a friend who just returned from four months in Vietnam. I can tell this is just a taste of brighter days ahead.

The last time I posted, I was working at the Herald, wondering how I was going to balance all my assignments and still put up an entry or two. Since then, I've left the company and started covering presidential politics full-time. Most of my days are spent talking to people who wear suits everyday and are upstanding citizens. I write mostly about campaign finance reports and polling numbers and inside baseball stuff that bores most of my friends to tears. When I caught myself kvetching about a beef I had with a campaign staffer when talking to a friend over beers at the Coat one night, I finally realized, damn, this guy couldn't give two shits about whether or not the press secretary called me back in a timely fashion. I really need to get a life!

Hence my return to AD.

I like thinking about something besides who is going to be the next president. I like commenting on stupid TV commercials and movies and bands. I especially love writing about what is simultaneously great and horrible about Portsmouth and all the goofy people and stuff I see along the way. Despite the fact this will never get me anywhere (compared to the possibilities my other writing projects could provide) I still find myself writing little tirades in my head every time I see a bachelorette party roll into a bar. As they say, writers have to write.

So to my three loyal fans who have stuck by me through thick and thin-- please bear with. I have no idea where I'm going with this.