Hey cowards. How does it feel to know that the only thing you know is to hide behind your bullshit, in the safety of your computer room, or your secret hiding place where nobody knows where you are, while you cause grief and loss for the masses? How does it feel to know that you are rotting from the inside out from your hatred and lies? I know you’re the ones who have screwed with me for decades – because what, you’re afraid of me??? I know you’re the ones who put that baseball cap in my apartment, and moved my stuff around just enough so that I knew it was moved. I know you’re the ones who jammed my radio station. I know you’re the ones who told Google to bury my old photography website, and who got YouTube to delete my videos, accounts, and censor my comments. I know you're the ones who, of all things, snipped the little balls off my hairbrush - all of them, all at once - how juvenile and pathetic is THAT??? I know you’re the ones who send me my usual day to day bullshit that you would like me to believe is the natural order of things. I know you’re the ones who saw to it that I didn’t get my insurance money, I know you sent that Peruvian girl – with or without her knowledge. I know you’re the ones who have been making damn sure I don’t get what I earn, you’ve closed all the doors in the music business, because what, you’re afraid of seeing somebody who actually WORKED at something and made something of himself – right, you pathetic little cowards? How does it feeeeeel, to know that you would never, in a million years, come out and face me, or any of the other decent people whose lives you screw from the safety of your little bunker? Guess what, fucking pathetic little pieces of shit, I still sleep well every night, while you gotta do the fifth of vodka just so you can stand your disgusting selves. I continue to look for that crack in your armor, the hole in the huge wall that you built to protect yourselves from people like me, and to keep us out of where we might actually make this a little better place to live. If or when I do slip through where you didn’t see me, I’ll come after you, I’ll expose you for the worthless fucking parasitic goddam yellow bellied pieces of shit that you are. If I go to my grave before that, well, rest assured that I still know what miserable little weasels you really are. Paranoid and delusional, you say? Go fuck yourselves.
P.S. If you should grow a backbone someday (fat fucking chance), I offer you to some see me, I’ll be waitin’.