Totally Dead Line
Well – this is collapsing into a pile of stupid. Another deadline come and gone. And while I still think our email banter is pretty funny – I’m honestly just pissed.
More quotes from grandpa:
“The sow arriving late to the slaughter gets the dull knife…”
“The thing that comes last is not always dessert…”
“An ant stuck in an hourglass is going nowhere fast…”
Tony says that he was never good at self paced courses. But I’m sure that the TLG goals are met in an appropriate fashion. I get that Treadmill isn’t a priority for anyone involved, but if it’s not a priority – just say so and don’t commit to things you can’t deliver on. No one really cares.
I think this all stems from a near fist fight in, hmmm – Gainsville Florida? Somewhere down there. Anyway – we’d been on the road for like a month or two or something – you know – the usual for back then And we were loading into to some crappy venue. And the stage was pretty small – and I asked tony if he could back his kit up a bit and give me a little room. He completely snapped and went off the deep end. It had nothing to do with me asking him to move his kit back, of course. It had to do with being in a tiny enclosed space every single day and night (just about) with someone for however many years… It can drive you mad. And anyway – whatever that was – it still is and always will be. We have a fucked up relationship to say the least. Wouldn’t have it any other way.