NasTim, it seems, is a fugitive. And he's happy - he's a fugitive - to tell you so - he's a fugitive - time and again.
(He's a fugitive.)
And he's found yet another band of scrappy outlaws to hang out with.
And he's even resurrected his old favorite trope (along with Danielle Steel, the adjectives "ephemeral" and "germane" - which I think would be a great name for a pair of cats, by the bye - and the, to me, extremely unattractive use of the interjection "duuhh" to indicate disdain), poor old Marie of Rumania, dead these nearly seventy years but still a punch line.
In short, once more 'round the same block, but somehow I'm not summoning up much enthusiasm.