Sometimes our writers go missing. It happens. Nobody's seen long-time Sleazegrinder scribe Pepsi Sheen for months, though, and we're getting sorta nervous.
Is he on a plane, with cocaine?
Is he on top of the world, looking down on creation?
Where can Pepsi be?
I tell you this, when nobody's heard from him for awhile, waifish rock chicks start emailing me looking for answers. That never happens when anybody else vanishes.
Drop a line if you spot him. I'd give you a description, but I haven't seen him in the flesh since 1993, so he might look different now. I don't think he wears full-length fur coats and velvet Huggy Bear hats anymore. Although he might.
Anyway, just in case he's gone for good, let us remember him with one of his classic tunes:
Pepsi Sheen & the Summer Favorites - Hula Girl
Next time: Where the fuck is Johnny Flash?