So, when I decided to download this app on the new phone, I wasn't quite sure what to expect.
I'd been gone for a year. A lot can happen in a year, and I'd made a point to never even click on the website to check up on it. I guess I was afraid of what I'd see.
You might have guessed. Might not have. Maybe you just don't care, and I wouldn't blame you.
But either way, may as well get this out there. I was Mac.
Even now, saying the name is weird. I've typed that word once in the last 300+ days. Might've been avoiding it on purpose. I don't know.
So, I enjoyed messing around the last couple days. Hung out with Cricket, caught up on everybody, found some old pals, started flying again. Enjoyed the partial anonymity.
Then today I ran into Swop and Whiplash. I made the apparent mistake of calling Whip by his first name, which I know because... um... I guess I just know, and he blew my cover and called me Mac. Fair enough. Sorry, Whip.
And then Swop started dishing on me. And instead of defending myself with various witticisms and laughing him off as I previously would have, I found myself apologizing. I tried to explain to him that my actions were meant in mere jest, that I wasn't the type to intentionally hurt.
And it all kinda fell flat. I was justifying it to myself.
So I wanted to say a couple things before rumor spread.
I had planned on a reveal of who I was, besides this. But this'll do.
I'm sorry. To anyone I offended, argued with, ripped on, ridiculed. I'm sorry.
I don't like the name "Mac." I don't want the name "Mac." I want to be something else. I've seen banned players come back. I guess I didn't want to skulk until I was pretending to hide a secret everybody knew with the stigma of the former identity clinging to me.
Today, in front of Swop, I tried to step back into Mac's shoes. I didn't fit. I'm just not sure if they were too big or too small.
So I hope you'll give me another chance. At least take a flier.
One more thing; my sense of humor will still revolve largely around parody and satire. This is your one warning that anything said is said in jest. If you think that that jest is poor taste, I'm sorry. But it is jest nevertheless. I promise.
Peace out,
Jonesey.