This is a revival, not really like Creedence Clearwater, more along the lines of those things found in the bible belt under a big white tent where paraplegics regain their sight, but not really. Truthfully, this is my high school moniker, pseudonym, and senseless column that has seen the way of the dodo in recent years but now rises out of the ashes like the university of phoenix to help me write “shit” without losing gainful employment from the man. That is supposing I ever find this man.