Something funny happened in Sunnydale. And by "funny," I mean, "Oh, dear God, get out of there before something eats your liver for breakfast." Being obsessively attached to my liver, I got out. I got as far as Oxnard, actually, and then realized I was broke, my car out of gas, I had no job ... It took me a while, but I managed to find work, then an apartment, then better work, then ... well, you get the idea. I didn't lose touch with my old friends intentionally, but ... it's been a while since I've heard from some of them, and vice versa. Time to check in on them ...
