Rumor has it that he purchased himself a fresh ladyboy in Hua Hin, and the two of them promptly absconded together to a deserted island somewhere off the coast of Africa, where, thankfully, there is absolutely no Wi-Fi access. Apparently, he has finally embraced the simple life he was always destined for: climbing trees, eating coconuts, capturing sand snails, and whatever unfortunate field rodents happen to wander within reach, while spending his days fashioning crude furniture from driftwood and old fishing nets and shouting at passing seabirds. Occasionally, a distant fishing boat reports seeing him standing on the beach, wearing nothing but a loincloth and the haunted expression of a man who has just discovered that his cheapo 1,000-baht budget smartphone is of absolutely no use to him in paradise. Rumor further has it that his identity-confused concubine is doing quite well and has adapted blissfully to island life. He, on the other hand, is apparently one bad shellfish away from complete psychological collapse, assuming he hadn't already achieved that state long before disappearing. His absence, needless to say, is bliss. The silence is magnificent, everyone on AN is reportedly celebrating and slowly recovering from years of his abusive vitriol, and somewhere on a remote African island, nature is finally getting the punishment it deserves. For once, the rest of us can enjoy the peace and quiet without having to wonder what fresh torrent of regurgitated bile is about to appear from him on the forum.
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