So last Friday, I ventured down to Fredonia to drink with a bunch of friends, old and new, and we all got a little loaded.
At some point, while standing in a delightful alley next to the bar, I decided - probably stupidly - to unload some of the hate that's been welling up inside of me. It felt awesome.
As much as I really do like some of the guys involved in this fan-driven movement, and as much as I love and appreciate the charity work they do, my animosity about a few certain things is inescapable. So I post this both out of frustration, as well as catharsis.
I imagine this will piss more than a few people off. Good. Get on my level. Kisses.