I don't know where I am or even if this message will ever be seen...
I slipped up and went back to my drinking and whoring ways and instead of waking up in my pod or the drunk tank I was stuffed in a cargo container with cattle and slaves heading to an unknown location.
All this time I have been chained in a service pit greasing the moving parts for vending machines. A Gallente journalist touring the facility took pity on me and agreed to smuggle out a message, although she would not so much as tell me what system I am in.
God help me I still miss my drink and I haven't seen anything that was clean or shined in many months...
I have escaped!
Well... I was released.
Ok, I was accidentally ejected in a secured container while I was hosing it out.
But the end result is the same: I'm free again. Much has changed. I'm just trying to take it all in.
The perils of wandering around solo, drunk, and with many enemies about. Looks like you've moved up in the world, Commodore.