He was decidedly upset.
He yelled at me and accused me of "manipulating" audio that I had forwarded to him in good faith.
Very hostile and heated vibe from his end, while I had to laugh.
I can't grasp what it is that is so serious about all this shit.
Apparently I "agreed" to record all communications between he and I, and "package it for" an "audience."
I never agreed to anything, and I use audio that I want to use when I make my podcast. I don't have anyone over me laying down edicts or guiding the direction of the show.
The last time I'll ever budge on revising artwork of an offensive nature will be the artwork I re-did that featured the baby Jesus as a piece of shit. That was for Starr, but I'll never do anything like that again, because compromise is just not good bedfellows with creativity.
Jackstar, I never agreed to anything, and I could hold tons of stuff you've done against you such as talking shit about me behind my back to David Rubini, but I let that slide.
You obviously have a mental disorder and very severe moodswings that are beyond control. Instead of saying that Alli should seek out therapy, perhaps you should seek psychiatric help yourself.
All the hostility is unnecessary and you are exhibiting what looks like one of many persecutory delusions.
I will not ever sit around and tape your every word and publish it as podcasts solely because you wish me to do so at this moment in time. Tomorrow you'll wake up and either act like you never said what you said or you'll just pretend it never happened.
I'm not going to disconnect from you or ignore you, but I will call you on your bullshit out here in the open because you're clearly a very disturbed and unwell man.
I don't know where you get off thinking you can tell me what to do. Nobody tells me what to do, ever. I've never been an underling. I've always had 100% control of my decisions and thats not about to change.
Maybe all the drug abuse has got you bitter and twisted. I remember waking up not knowing what I said or did the night before, the empty wallet, and the pain I was trying to mask with the use of alcohol and other substances.
Hopefully you can get the help that you need. But in the meantime, I'm here to tell you you are incapable of playing me like a sucker. Ever.
Your tired old gaslighter routine flopped, and I'm wise to your styles. You tried to trip me up and get me to answer your inane, meaningless "questions" that are really non-sequitors and I laughed in your face.
Call me back when you're no longer on the rag and we can have an honest, direct discussion like men (if you're even capable of that at this point).
Get help. You are a sad clown, and everyone's laughing at you. Not just me.
