I'm dead? News to me.

But you know what is truly dead and buried? I'll give you a hint. It starts with "G" and ends with "Roses". As your humble counselor, I would advise the remaining stragglers of this message board to pursue yoga, weightlifting, dianetics, a healthy diet and vitamin regiment, the intricacies of the United States economic system, learning a second language, hell, learning how to speak English properly in the first place, basic logic, stocking up on food and ammunition, the art of cunnilingus, or perhaps, if you're feeling bold, hitting yourself on the head with a large hammer for an hour or two. These are just cursory suggestions but I sincerely promise you - all of these are far more noble pursuits than giving Axl Rose another minute of your time.

As a final adieu, do you think that Mr. Rose finally realized what an incompetent fuck-up he was in 2008 after the two self-sabotaged big payday reunion attempts and his soft blacklisting from the industry or how else do you explain his psychotic break and subsequent stay in the loony bin? Oh, you thought he just vanished from doing promo for no reason?

Jokes (like this band) aside, I wish everyone the best.

-L!