As has been said time and time again, all good things must come to an end, and it's with a heavy heart that I officially announce my departure from all things Swobo.
It's not for any cool reasons like El Corpo and I got into a drunken knock-down, drag out brawl (again) or that I got busted xeroxing my ass on the copy machine (again). No, I'm afraid the main crux behind my departure (aside the office not being nearly big enough to contain all of the sexiness that is me) is that I long for a life filled with soft pellet guns and plasma screen televisions to shoot them at, but that aside I got an itch to stretch my legs, and see what out there the great blue marble has to offer a ner-do-well such as myself, and really as far as that's concerned, my departure here might very well be the open door that one of you has been waiting for..

This was by no means an easy decision, as I have been hand in hand with Swobo since very nearly the beginning, back in our lord's decade of the 90s. (Insert fuzzy day dream sequence here, with a sound track by Miles Davis, if you please,) but moreover I hold very closely to my heart the constant communication with people, and the actual real, live connection that I've developed with so many of you during my time here.

Rest assured however, with a mouth this big I have no plans to stay quiet for long, and have a few newly purchased irons in the fire, so keep your ear to the ground, or to the train rail, or to Twitter, or Facebook, or however it is you kids exchange information, and know that this is by no means a goodbye forever, but rather a goodbye for a few weeks, or until I need to borrow some money... Whichever comes first.

I love you guys. I really do.

Stevil M. Kinevil