Some people have said that I don’t care about anyone or
anyone’s feelings. This is far from true. I do care. I care so much that I
can’t stand by and let something I love be dragged down into the gutter. Also,
I care for people’s feelings as long as they care about mine. Why should I care
about the feelings of some douch bag who fucking stomps on mine. I don’t think
so. The thing is, people, I expect to be treated with respect and
consideration, just like all of you. If people show me disrespect and a lack of
consideration I make them and everyone aware of the fact that I don’t
appreciate that and that they are assholes for doing it. Why is it so hard for
people to keep their word or not act like hypocrites? I’ve mentioned the fact
that certain “friends” shit on me last year on my birthday. I’ve gotten a lot
of flack from people who say, “How dare you talk about ****** and ****** . They
love everyone and you have no right to say such things against them.” Excuse
me? Let me see? The fact that they specifically said they were busy and
wouldn’t be able to do “any “ podcasts during the month of August last year
answers you question in spades. These “friends” shit on me. I asked them to
come on my podcast for my birthday show, my fucking birthday. In August they
amazingly found the time in their busy schedule to do three podcasts during the
week of my birthday. And, to be even more low life and fucked up they did one
of those podcasts, which of course wasn’t mine, on my birthday. Then just to
rub salt in my fucking wounds these “friends” posted on Facebook that they were
doing all these podcasts on the week of August the 13th because I quote “These
are our friends and we love our friends and would do anything for them…” Is
that right? I was your friend. It would have meant the world to have you come
on my birthday show and wish me a happy birthday. But I guess it is as some of
my friends in horror have said. I was useful in that I gave you a break and
helped you early on. Now you’ve both gotten such big heads that me, Chris Highland,
and my podcast are crap to you. You got your big and powerful and pretty horror
social buddies and to you I and my feelings don’t matter. This is obvious
because you have done nothing to make up for the incredible hurt you caused me
last year. That’s right horror fans, the big stars couldn’t even give me the
courtesy of an apology. No they were too busy stroking their own egos and partying
to even care. That speaks volumes. Think about this the next time they spit out
how they love all their fans and friends. It is all public relations bullshit.
If it wasn’t they would have cared enough to make up for what they did or at
least say “I’m sorry.” Next Tuesday it will be the one year anniversary of them
shitting on me, meaning my birthday. Guess what I expect? Nothing. You know who
I’m talking about, so I’m unwilling to promote them by using their names.
