When I left the City Paper last year, I had only one regret: I never formally said goodbye. Not to Kinsey, Connelly, Dustin, Kelly Rae, Sam, and the rest of my co-workers. I bid them all a heartfelt adieu.
And while it is with some regret that I formally didn't say goodbye to our loyal readers, both in print and online, any such regret is small compared to those whom I feel that I have hurt the most: my fellow trolls.
Over the course of my nine years at the City Paper, years in which we transformed from slow-and-steady weekly publication to an aggressive daily online news site, the men and women who commented the most on our articles were never far from my mind.
There's our Mat Catastrophe, obviously, the only troll to make the leap from the screen to a tony spot in our Views section. (Psst ... another commenter made the leap, but I'm not going to tell you who.)
And then there's Pronghorn and his perpetual obsession with French fries, Fieros, and the Folly Road Huddle House.
But it's not just them, I miss all of the old regulars.
When it's late at night, and the last sip of Evan Williams has been sipped, I often think of how in the past, I would have gone to the City Paper site, taken a gander at the comments, looked for any from our regulars (Where are you Ima Oldman? And you Art Rogue?), and fired off a comment intended to fuel whatever fire was currently raging.
Truth be told, so much of what I ever wrote at the City Paper was with you in mind.
You were always my target demo. You were always the barometer by which I gauged a story's impact. You were always who I most wanted to hear from.
I mean this all quite sincerely of course.
Those were good times. The best. And I miss you all.
So without further ado, here's a list of our best trolls. Thanks to you, the charlestoncitypaper.com experience is what it is.
P.S. Please excuse me. I believe I've got bourbon in my eyes.