>
>look asshole - call me the id no one else wants to be, but i'm gonna come 
>out and say the shit i've held my tongue on for months because of your 
>fragile mental state. i'm sick and fucking tired of your bullshit-talk 
>about me to other people, and ABOUT people i know and love - so let me 
>refresh your (obviously) lost, or at least skewed, memory:
>
>* once and for fucking all: i worked out a deal to pay my rent of my last 
>month at arena out of my share of the deposit with our landlady nancy. the 
>deposit covered my share of the rent and then some. this amounted to 30days 
>notice, if yer capable of thinking about something other than how every 
>woman you see wants to fuck you long enough to do some simple math. 
>whatever she told you, or you claim she told you, i dunno or care about, 
>but i find it EXTREMELY hard to believe that a rational human being 
>/landlord trying to legally evict an insane person from her property would 
>have to resort to lies to find a reason to kick you out. she had a million 
>reasons, believe me, among them that YOU DIDN'T PAY YOUR RENT! i paid a 
>month's rent when i wasn't even living there just to extricate myself from 
>the most fucked up situation i have ever witnessed - and just what was so 
>fucked up about it? aside from the fact that you talked a crazy senseless 
>monologue 24 hours a day about gypsies, romans, and irishmen, even talking 
>to yerself when i wasn't in the room?
>
>* you spent LITERALLY thousands of dollars on cocaine in a 2-month period. 
>you used MY car EVERY day, driving like a maniac to go make illegal drug 
>runs (against my better judgement, but i still trusted you at that point). 
>forgive me if i accepted your offer of drugs now and then as 
>compensation/friendship/whatever you wanna call it - it seems like the crux 
>of your ENTIRE life's problem is that i owe you money for drugs you offered 
>me. get a life, fuckface. the only people who reached out to you are the 
>ones you've now villified. the reason i didn't stay at the intervention (to 
>endure your atrocious, vindictive, assholish behavior to all of us) was 
>because i had to go to WORK. remember WORK? probably not, because after you 
>got fired from your job in the throes of your drug binge for talking about 
>porno to yer company's customers, you decided not to bother trying to get 
>another job right away because you would be a millionaire imminently as 
>soon as you sold your script to hollywood. did that ever happen? no - and 
>i'm sure it still hasn't cos you've got a million excuses to not pursue 
>your dreams now. why work to create a reality for yerself when you can live 
>in a dreamworld of paranoia and persecution? why be a real artist when you 
>can act like one to seduce women? why give time to the work when you can 
>just talk about the work? a lot of people can talk a lot of shit about me 
>cos i'm conventional, i don't live in sf anymore, blah, blah, blah, but one 
>thing i know is that i'm a TRUE artist cos i put the time in boy, and yer 
>not cos all you do is talk a lotta swill and put on a front. it was more 
>fun for you to take the $700 severance pay you got when you got fired and 
>spend all that on coke too, instead of living without having to worry about 
>$ so you could make more art, or ANY art. oh but then the money ran out. 
>imagine my surprise when you told me you hadn't bothered paying the bills 
>for months, even tho i'd been giving you my share promptly each month. now 
>our electricity, or cable, or whatever is gonna be turned off. who cares, 
>right? remember when i offered to pay for ALL the bills myself, since you 
>were completely broke at that time, and you refused to let me? how soon we 
>forget who our friends are.
>
>* among the other reasons i left:
>
>-you inviting that insane meth-head bitch to live with us rent-free, even 
>after i made clear in no uncertain terms that i was completely opposed to 
>her even being there, and you lying to me telling me you hadn't given her a 
>key, and then after a night of you guys doing speed all night and having a 
>huge fight in front of the house (yes with the cops arriving, almost 
>arresting you), you leave me there only to have her waltz in an hour later, 
>having used the key you gave her. she refused to leave, and she told me you 
>said she could stay there anytime and not to worry about me. you lying 
>piece of shit.
>
>-you were literally GIVING away my possessions without asking me - remember 
>giving jen my cd in one of your 'care packages'? nevermind she had a 
>restraining order against you. i also know you were going into my room, 
>re-arranging my furniture or SOMETHING (whatever the fuck you were doing 
>with that lamp), and spreading my cd's all over the house cos they were 
>your tarot cards (?!)
>
>-berating me on these insane sadistic verbal rampages about me not doing 
>enough to maintain the house, not being a good friend, etc. and then acting 
>like it never happened and that we're brothers and you love me and all this 
>bullshit. kind of like the 150-200 messages you've left on my voicemail 
>since i moved out (not one of which i've responded to til now), where yer 
>either accusing me of being the cause of ALL yer problems OR yer best 
>friend ever and all is cool with us. did you ever stop to think that maybe 
>i'm not your problem? maybe people like vanilla fudge, the guy you invited 
>to live with you after i left because he said he knew don johnson who 
>ripped you off and beat his girlfriend up at arena? no - of course none of 
>those kinds of people could be yer problem. did you ever stop to think that 
>maybe luke was lying to you when he said someone told him you were using 
>because he just wanted to get yer crazy-ass out?
>
>it's weird because at one point in my life, i would've said that you were 
>seriously the sweetest man i've ever met who, no matter WHAT anyone else 
>could say about you, would never hurt anyone for any reason and would do 
>anything for anybody. i swear: i NEVER heard you talk shit about anyone 
>behind their back, which is EXTREMELY rare; i do it a lot myself i'm not 
>proud to say. now all you do is talk shit.
>
>i promised myself i wouldn't do this (write this kind of email) a long time 
>ago, not because i'm a saint but because i didn't want to give you the 
>satisfaction of responding to your horseshit and i've broken that promise. 
>i could eloquently go on much longer with more anecdotal stories written 
>colorfully to show people how fucking crazy you are to make you look stupid 
>and let out my anger towards you but what's the point? if i had any sense 
>i'd delete this email right now and not even send it but it's too late for 
>that.
>
>suffice it to say that you have completely changed in the last 6 months, 
>the person you are now is NOT my friend, you're in serious need of mental 
>help, including the dread "western medicine", and that if you wanna pursue 
>that route, i'd be glad to help you despite my anger. until you reach that 
>point if ever tho, please leave me alone and fuck off. call me psychic in a 
>month but here goes nothin: YOUR COURT CASE IS NOT GOING TO AMOUNT TO 
>JACKSHIT.  david, get over this and get a life. don't spend all yer 
>creative energies on some meaningless courtcase. it will just be another 
>thing that falls apart in front of your eyes. and what will you find to 
>obsess over then?
>
>it's really pathetic...
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