Where Is He Now?

The question of where Ray Speen is and what is he doing often comes up in the online community, and while the man values his privacy, it is certain that he would want the people who have supported him with their generous donations, flea infested sofas, half eaten burritos, and well meaning advice over the years to be able to rest assured that he is, if not healthy, still a burden on society, as he likes to say.

Currently dividing his time between the thriving, vital port and trading center of Union Point, and the rustic, peaceful, backwater hideout of Mount Erie, Ray feels that he practically lives on the highway in the barely running 1976 Honda Accord he uses to travel between the places he feels are, if not home, then the place he hangs his headband, or laces up his hiking boots, depending on whether you’re facing west, or north.

Speen enjoys hiking, the internet, and picking up the turds of his elderly, somewhat lazy neighbor, Mrs. Trumbull’s three-legged lab spaniel mix, and experimenting with unique liquor, appetizer, and dessert combinations. It might be exaggerating to say that he enjoys picking up with dog poop; he obtains satisfaction from maintaining an unsoiled neighborhood street for the frolicking kids, animals, fraternity brothers, and sweet wine alcoholics alike to roll around in from time to time, though not all at once, or so one hopes.