I'm on your Top Ten List? Treachery? That sounds an awful lot like a death threat. Treachery nothing. I didn't kick you out of shit. Dave and Donn did it without consulting me first. You were too fucked on oxy and coke and valium and whatever the fuck those red pills were to show up to practice on time if at all, and when we did play gigs you would pass out on the floor, miss all your notes and cues, play like shit, piss your pants, and make everyone around you look dumb for hanging out with you. I ask myself to this day why I found this kind of shit so entertaining. I defended you. I tried to stick up for you. I would make excuses for you. So what if I I stuck around and made a decent band out of it. Too bad you couldn't. You don't like the fact that I wanted to keep shit together with or without you? Dude - you don't even know half the story - you only know that half where your ass got kicked out. I payed to repair the P.A. that you wrecked when you went down there with some people to jam - YOU left the fucking door unlocked and left the PA on (which fried it). You fucked yourself - I had absolutely nothing to do with it. Don't threaten me - fuck you and your Top 10 list. We were lifelong mates, and I was still wanting nothing more than to be your friend before, during & afterwards. You make your own adult decisions, Mike. You rejected me. So if anyone wants to be a whiny little bitch about it, that's their fucking own decision. Life should go on. You should populate your little juvenile list with some more deserving people. But in the meantime don't think for a second that you scare me, or that you can terrorize me over the computer. Last time we had a conversation, you threatened my life, and said that I should warn Donn as well, because he's on your list somewhere... whatever, Mike. If you don't want to be friends with me it really isn't my biggest concern, believe me. I have much bigger fish to fry, motherfucker. I have a family to run, and fucking business to take care of that goes way beyond worrying about your disappearing ass. I'm surprised you feel so strongly that you would threaten my fucking life over the computer years and years later. Oh and by the way - you've known me for nearly 30 years - learn how to spell my name for Christ's sake. It's a lot classier to threaten death when you spell the guy's name right. ... actually I have a better suggestion. You can send your cowardly threats over the internet (which is very girlish of you) or you can pick up the phone and call an old friend. Your choice. UPDATE: Factor Fiction is no longer. We played our last show at Rancho Relaxo, and we are all moving onto other projects. Stuart & Donn have joined forces to explore heavier avenues. Marcus will be on tour in Germany with David Hasselhoff.... well not w/ the Hoff, but still. If you're in B.C./ look him up - he's lining up shows as we speak. Dave will be playing solo acoustic singer/songwriter stuff, (back to his roots) and we thank all of you for your support. | 
