Like, I once met a band and I said well, are you interested in doing an interview with me. They happily said yes. But when I sent my questions to them via e-mail, they’d ignore it.
I don’t know if it was my questions annoying them then they decided me being a prick and didn’t even bother to say “Hey you prick!” directly to me, or what? How can I know when you are literally saying nothing?
Anyway, I would still love your band, I would of course buy your album. I would by a hundred percent recommend your music to every person I meet. And I will definitely go to your show next time and say hi and smile and ask “hey, are you interested in doing an interview with me?”. Yeah, I am ashamed of nothing, I don’t care being ignored. In fact, thank you for shitting on me. REALLY appreciate.
So I spent five days before I got this guy’s name, email, phone, facebook, model agent, and ex-girlfriend’s info all by my hand. Before that what I knew were merely his college, age, major and what he looks like.
Stalkerism in other words, is just about Googlism, and now I have a reason to believe there’s nothing I could not find in this whole world.
It makes sense that you freak out, cos I know it myself that I’m pretty much a freak.
But still, should I compose an email like this and send it out?
It is me! We met on the plane to Hong Kong! So if you come to the East Coast some time and have no one to fuck hang out with, fell free to leave me a shout, I’ll be happy to be around.
Wish you a nightmare,
And I wonder what that would be like? I’m pretty scary aren’t I?