Man. I turn my back from the mass media for one minute and another startling conspiracy surfaces. Why am I the one who has to unmask the real identity of prolific, brilliant, half-mad author Neil Gaiman?
Why didn’t anyone else see this coming? Why am I the only one to realize that Neil is actually groaning, tortured, half-mad folk-rock poet Leonard Cohen, who maintains his astonishing youth and beauty by feasting on the pineal glands of innocent women?! I mean come on, even the microphone is the same!! Jeez, I feel like Rowdy Roddy Piper here!
Back me up here people, tell me I’m not the one on crazy pills. I mean 2009 is s’posed to be this big huge Year of Change, so help me unmask a few of these things, okay?!
