Pyschotic Hate (on me for a change)

This one came out of the blue.

About 1AM last night, my friend... we'll just say her name is Emily for argument's sake calls up. Only it wasn't 'Emily', rather it was her brother.

I could tell he was at a bar, because it was noisy in the background. I was taken back at first, but then I realized who it was. Now I have met this person a few times, and he is actually a straight shooter.

I suppose before I get into the psychotic outrage I need to preface the story. In a drunken stupor, I texted her something along the lines of, "Seriously, I'll fly you out here if you fuck me."
Despite the word seriously, I was only joking, as this was a good friend from college. Keep in mind this text was a few weeks ago.

He confronts me about it and I told him it was just a joke, only to be interrupted by talks about hunting me down and giving me a good beat down. Given the situation, I gave him the benefit of the doubt... that was his little sister, and if I read it I would be pissed too. So I gave up a little slack, only to take it away when he disregarded my apology and explanation of the obvious joke (plus that was the relationship we had, we mess around like that) I even told him I have a girlfriend, and I don't need to fly anyone out here to fuck me. Still no avail. More threats ensued. Eventually his rant got old and I hung up.

See, what upsets me is how people can act like Billy Bad-Ass and make empty threats because they got a few drinks in them, and they are 900 miles away. This isn't a game. Its not 1970 where you can get in a fight and go your separate ways. Fuck the kid's dad is an attorney, you would think he would pick up some shred of intelligence.

So 20 minutes later, I get a text, saying, "This is Mike. If u ever degrading to my sister again you're a dead man."

Yea that totally seems like an appropriate response to what happened. So if for some reason, I die, that is where you should look first. That and Joseph Hazlewood. I took some gin away from him.

Curious to note, however, that he read the text from her phone, witch leads me to believe she showed him. If that's the case, then I'm washing my hands clean from that shit. I need that like Timothy McVeigh's executor needed a power outage.

So I guess I got hated on pretty good. It was an interstate hate too. So congrats.

No Posts Do Not Mean No Hates....

Well its been a solid 2 months with no updates, and for that I apologize.

It seems as if I have entered a noble profession, so I am held to a higher standard of behavior. This may be, but there is still a lot of hate to go around... This is a good hate put on a kid who goes to University of Indiana (who is in the Big Ten), and decided to talk shit about beating WMU (who is in the MAC).

So naturally I had to do some polluting on facebook (because I'm 10): "Ok, Ok.....Lets talk shit about a Big 10 team beating a MAC team... That's about as good as a matchup as watching your dad beat your mom after he has been hanging out with Jack Daniels. Hey have fun being the bitch of the Big 10. Once Indiana goes to a bowl, instead of smoking one, you can talk shit. Mike, shouldn't you be harvesting corn right now?"