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How many times can I pull this disappearing act until no one cares when I’ve gone, and fewer when I’ve returned? I apologize yet again for my absence and abstinence. There is no autumn in Florida, palm trees don’t yellow, orange, or brown. I can’t wait to go back to Washington for Thanksgiving so I can finally see that it truly is October. I’m starting to actually make something resembling a living at my regular job, making a return to wrestling increasingly remote. Although I don’t think I can ever really be satisfied working nine to five, maybe I can be pacified. I guess I’m giving up my dreams for the American dream.