Haha, I like this picture, it's so aussie.
Ok, so, yesterday we had a domestic.
Stixx fucked up.
Badly.
He smoked Al's pot when Allan specifically asked him not to, not only did he ask him not to (that morning) but he also put the pot away in his room so Stixx wouldn't smoke it.
So what does Stixx do?
He goes through Allans room and smokes it.
And then, as if that's not rude enough, after we get over that dispute, i find that 3 strings on my guitar are broken and so is the input jack, which i had fixed and someone has now put together with sticky tape, i went feral, i was soo pissed off, i mean, i've been in a bad mood all week, but that just cut it, it makes me angry just to type about it!
So i went out the back and smashed up a chair and some bottles (i had to smash something) which is better than punching a hole in the wall I think.. yeah and also, Stixx used Al's drums, which Allan also made a point of letting Stixx know not to do...
Stixx said sorry and then told us he doesnt know why he does these things and he knows they're wrong and that he's just fucked in the head etc..
Fine, i'll accept that.
Once.
If anything like the above ever happens, again, he is out of my house, because he breached our trust and that shit is wrong. I've learnt my lesson, I give people one chance, Stixx is lucky cuz he got 3 in one day, but i'm not gonna let somone screw me over while they play the victim game.
Everytime i think of the recording, i get depressed because I know that it is up to Stixx to pay his share so we can release it, and i just don't see him getting that money.. he reckons he has no reason not to get a job now (cuz his surgery got delayed), well, he better put his money where his mouth is, because i don't think i can handle someone at my house unemployed for any more than a month, i don't want to go crazy, and shit like that drives me crazy, but as i said, and as Homer once said "I'm never gonna let that happen again!".
Now i'm upset.. i've gotta get over it.. oh i pray Stixx gets a job.. my future depends on it.. i tell him all the bloody time and it goes like this :
Pablo : Get a job, blah blah blah!
Stixx : I know
Pablo : So?
Stixx : So you keep on repeating yourself, i already know ok?
Pablo : But you've known for 6 months.
Stixx : Well i've been having a tough time.
Pablo : You're not having a tough time now.
Stixx : You don't understand...
Pablo : I understand that you don't do shit.
Stixx: Back off.
Pablo: You fucking back off, do something cunt.
Stixx : JUST FUCK OFF YOU KEEP ON REPEATING YOURSELF!!!
Pablo : I KNOW! CUZ YOU DON'T FUCKING LISTEN!!
Stixx : SO FUCK OFF!! *Deep breath* Look, i know i need to get a
job, you don't need to keep on telling me, i'll get one o.k?
Pablo : When?
Stixx : Sometime.
Pablo : Sometime when?
Stixx : Fuck off Pablo..
Pablo : I'm not going to stop till you get a job.
Stixx : Well i better get a job then.
Pablo : So are you gonna get one?
Stixx : We'll see..
Pablo : *Anger*
Stixx : Look, just back off ok, there's shit you don't understand, i'm depressed, my life is so hard, you don't have it tough like me. (Sitting around doing nothing smoking bongs having parents pay the rent)
Pablo : Fuck off with your bullshit victim excuses.
Stixx : FUCK OFF! RAAAAH! MOTHERFUCKER!! DIEEEE!!!
Pablo : GET A JOB AND I WILL!!
Stixx : I'll get a job when i can!!!
Pablo : And when is that?!
Stixx : I don't know!
Pablo : But you can get a job now!
Stixx : FUCK OFF!!!
So on and so on and so on and so on... this continues on and on..
does he not understand how important this band is? or the fact that the very reason he's depressed is that he doesn't have a job? He's had it just as tough as anyone else. Why is he special? He better get a job, i swear, or i'll go nuts. *Sigh*!
Ok i'm going now. .. i think i'm going to print this and give it to Stixx, he'll probably get upset. haha.