I know, I know, I've been MIA and didn't give you any explanations. I'm sorry, really, I am. I was too busy getting propositioned by the Ghost of Tom Cruise's Past. A fluffy, tousled hair spectre whose pet peeves include running out of pomade, overly snug tighty-whiteys, female fans, and people who hate on $cientology. And couches that aren't bouncy enough.
"Why would I be familiar with The Closet? Isn't that M. Night Shyamalamadingdong's latest twist-with-a-twist?"
