It's never enough for the fans, is it? Two months ago when I released the songs that were already recorded and for the most part produced before I got here, they bitched that I should pack it up and retire. So when I tell them I'm retiring and working on my other interests, (Mostly because being a guy I'm not sucks donkey balls) I get shit like NO YOU CAN'T YOU HAVE SO MUCH TO OFFER! on my official blog?
Okay kiddies. Make up your screwy little Manic Panic'd minds. Either you want me or you don't. Chances are it's a big fat DON'T because I'm not the guy you know. I'm not from New York, I'm from clear across the country. My dad never sold industrial fans, he sold meth out of his fucking trailer. I'm not a musician, I'm a tattooist, and if you can't handle your far-too-old-to-be-edgy musician crush packing up and moving on, well go insert a bullet into your brain and leave me the fuck out of it.
On the upside, if they do commit suicide, it'll make it a lot easier to get into hot topic to buy my pants. It's not my fault nobody designs proper short guy clothes except for them!
I'm glad that crap's over and done with. I never did like family holidays. Too depressing.