Lately, a few members of this failing human race have been complaining about this so called "piece of shit" ezine. These buffoons are overtly complaining because they have way too much idle time on their hands. So, let me continue.

One day on the message board section of my site, I notice some cretin by the name of Rod (who is of course way too chicken shit to include his email address) was complaining that my site sucked because my spelling is not perfect. SO WHAT. This site is not meant to be the Ivory Tower version of rock roll.. If you want the spelling to be perfect, go read some watered down piece of crap like SPIN MAGAZINE or even MAXIMUM ROCKNROLL.

Another subject Rod decided to pick with me was my age. Basically, Mr. Chickenshit was belly-aching that since I am 38 years old, I am too old to rock out. In short, he is telling me to grow up by quit going to good shows. What does he want me to do. Get caught up in a shitty marriage, listen to Kenny G, and succumb to a yuppie lifestyle. What Rod does not know that I am probably a lot more responsible than he is ever going to be. You see, I have two children that I am taking care of. But that has not changed me. Sometimes I get a babysitter while I rock out. If I allow myself to rot would mean that I would have such a boring life , possibly mean me being stuck with these yuppie tendencies. I have no problems getting rich if I ever get the chance. I just hope I never forget about my roots if this ever happens.

Many years ago, I realized that it is way too stupid to worry about trite things, such as how other people think of me. It only leads up to getting mad about really stupid things that are getting to you. Instead, you should only worry what you are doing about yourself. That is why I am not going to change. People can moan, groan, and bitch all they want, but I will not listen to you. You see, YOUR BITCHIN’ IS NOT GOING TO KEEP ME AWAY from your sorry face.

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