this is about the Edward Furlongs of the world… all fucked up because their parents never once said no. Here’s your real life horror. What a nightmare.
we’re playing Science Fiction Double Feature at the live shows again… it’s a former staple, I’m bringing it back. For now here’s an unplugged Over At The Frankenstein Place!
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one side of the family takes a very confrontational side with me, with shit like “Oh, you got married and you don’t call anybody anymore?” Why is it my burden to call anybody? I honestly don’t think that I’ve ever called most of my family on the phone. I’m not really a family guy.
It’s like they want me to drive an hour down there just to break my balls, and I don’t really give a shit I ever see any of them again because they’re cunts. When you try and make it an obligation on me to contact you because I obviously don’t care and you think we should hang out, go fuck yourself.
I socially talk to four or five people a week, between the rest of the time when I’m writing rock and roll and shipping CDs/merch or producing someone else’s music. I don’t have the time or the energy to deal with my family anymore.
the old me was very responsive to “i’m sorry, lets talk about this and be friends” but the current me… nope. after a certain point, i just don’t care. if you chose to act in a fashion that aggravates me and directly affects my loved ones in some negative way, you can eat shit and die. i wouldn’t piss on some people to put them out if they were on fire.