I quit your shitty band two years ago. Yet, you continue to text me from ungodly hour of 6am till you crash at night at about 9pm. Bro, I don’t care about the band anymore. I’ve moved on and so should you. I don’t care how your band has cool new T shirts, hats, shower curtains, and now you’re making band branded toasters? FFS! And now you’re recording an album…like why the f**k do I care about that? Just another money pit, bro. I think you should quit too. —Control yourself, toxic, leave me alone!
This article appears in Jun 8-14, 2017.