Am I really the asshole, or are you the asshole in making me look like
an asshole?
(And have you noticed that a sentence with the same profanity three
times results in that profanity suffering from overexposure and
becoming numbingly absurd?)
We talked, agreed that, as our Epitaph PR guy just passed on to me (to
tell you), we should hold back on this long, revealing rant of yours
until a press release closer to the CD date.
So when you told me you'd jumped the gun with posting to your blog with
that quote (as I'd asked you to write to help Epitaph with their press
release), I said best that you take it down.
"Oh, fine," you said, like a petulant 13-year old girl told to go back
to your room and change into something less slutty. However, you
indicated that this made sense to remove the quotes for now.
I didn't think you'd stick me with the reputation as the violent,
coarse censor of your musings.
Your independent blogging rights can be revoked, you know. A simple missed month of web host payments and your whole web-wide-world crumbles. Do not cross me again.
-Miles






