Yes, as you see, Eric reads and posts here on the forum and we're glad to have him around....unfortunately, I don't think he is filling you in on the FULL story of what he's been "up to".....for your reading pleasure, I shall unfold the horrible details.....
After leaving Chicago in a drunken rage and telling everyone to "go to hell" and "bite his biscuit", he jumped in his car, booze in hand, and set out on the open highway, where he finally wound up in Vegas. Along the way he hooked up with a midget named Smitty and an ex-cabaret musician named Fats. The three of them went on a week long binge of beer, mayhem, and consuming mass quantities of pixie stix. Occasionally for fun they'd call up people like Neil Kernon and make the sound of a Peterson tuner smashing to the floor, then call him something obscene and hang up the phone. Finally the authorities caught up with them, dragging Eric away against his will whilst shouting "Reno sucks!" (apparently not realising he was actually in Vegas) He tried to make his escape by impersonating a lemur inside the animal cages at the Mirage, but was quickly found...After a few weeks in Betty Ford clinic, Eric collected his things and finally headed for St. Louis, and you know the rest of the story.....
Smitty the midget now does part time charity work for recovering alcoholic child stars and is currently up for a supporting role in the upcoming film "Webster-the revenge."
Fats the musician was last seen playing clubs down in New Orleans for booze money, and is often heard to quip that he wonders whatever happened to that "white kid with the biscuit infatuation".