I hear I've been missed, so let's cut to the story, as many have noticed, I am back, single, and.. Something else. To cut it down to parts, I started filming life. I attempted to go to the Middle East to film, when I told my friends, they sent me to a suicide counselor. I toured the Pacific in my boat. My laptop fell in. We all laughed, and I pushed someone in to get it. I settled down in Australia for a bit, found it a tad boring, got me and the gang flown to the Pacific Northwest. We currently reside in Central WA, doing stunts, and yes, we got out of the Jackass business. We've expanded to our own idiotic needs. We live, eat, sleep, fart, drink, and smoke all day long, and are planning on another move again. Please note this is not the Jackass crew I'm with. These are my loyal gang of followers, and people I owe money. And from this golden age of confusion the denim clad men came, and were known as.. The Apocalypse Dudes. Also, took a great interest in the band called Turbonegro, pretty good. And this is your Chief of Chef, Deric Dunn, signing out. Goodnight world.