Honestly, does anyone even read this? I know I haven’t been putting anything up here because I am totally disgusted with life in general. Seems the only thing people want is the free you tube channel. Everyone wanted a follow up to the first Whole Bag of Crazy. So it was published, did it sell? No. Did the last Grindhouse Resurrection sell? No. Over 2K subscribers to this fucking channel. 

The only way people would buy is when I decided to pull the plug. Then I had a flurry of sales, then nothing. Oh, don’t get me wrong, some people have been very generous. Then someone says someone should start a gofund me for Pete. Ok, your willing to start a ‘charity” for me, but your not willing to buy what I’m selling to keep solvent, isn’t that a little fucked up? I want to earn, I don’t want charity.

My shit show began in earnest when I had to cash in my life insurance policy because I needed to make repairs to my house. Then both dogs got sick. Then in June my appendix burst. Now that money is gone. So what else could go wrong? Actually a lot. My property was reaccessed. My beat up foreclosure is now the price of a mansion. And of course taxes will go up. I just wanted to die in my own fuckin’ home and now I might not get that wish. 

Then I get stalked at a convention. I split with Cinema Waste of time in 2018 for a lot of reasons. So this other con, Ohio Terror Con, runs in the same hotel. A friend of mine comes in from Vegas, so I go there to see him. We are outside talking when I see a creepy little bastard who is connected to Waste of time. He takes a cellphone pic and waddles off. I thought nothing of it until I got a bunch of emails the next day. It seems the promoter of Cinema Waste of Time came there and was running his mouth about me. I get the feeling that if I had hung around, I would have caught a beat down. 

 I actually posted a video about this and got called a liar, got shouted down and was accused of “ruining everyone’s good time.” Well fuck you, I can’t go to an event with worrying about someone running back to the almighty promoter of Cinema Waste of Time with more lies? Yeah, that show used to be the end all be all but no more it’s a 2^nd rate show and the only draw is a bunch of boutique DVD companies who make bank there. 

So my summer never was. In a week I turn 72, do I need crap like this in what little time I may have left? No, I don’t. The Fusebox Show did me solid with this website. Grindhouse Releasing gave me a huge push. Then everything stops, but it seems I’m expected to publish a mag that no one wants to buy. I will do a 4^th issue somehow and that’s because contributors should get to see their work in print. After that, I don’t know. Sad, because I used to enjoy doing this.