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.