Just going to say it once...

A BIG GODDAMN TO EVERYONE WHO BLEW OFF MY SHOW FOR WHATEVER REASON.
I know many of you had work or whatever, but a big fuck you to those who saw ZOUNDS or went to Comic Con or slept in instead.
It was my FUCKING birthday.
I who tirelessly try to help out everyone.
Offering help with a smile at every turn.
I go to all of your shows and support all of your events.
Why couldn't you support mine? ONCE.
I wasn't asking you to come to a poetry reading of mine, I was asking you to come to a punk show. SOMETHING YOU LIKE ALREADY.
Why can't any of you kids give me the time of day.
Why can't you be decent to me? I don't fucking get it.
What is it I have done to make me this leper of the NYC punk community?

I can't even begin to explain what a fuckking shite day I had.
I have never felt so fucking abandoned by my peers.
We might not be best fucking friends, but seriously... what the hell!?