lil_tuffy

Hey Tuff Stuff,

I don't know if you've noticed but I openly addressed a partial email to you on my comments section.

Anyhow, respectfully to you Sir as someone who pulls screens for a living, a mere volunteer and neighbor who knows me from Reclaim Workshop was visibly horrified to know why I was unable to complete my business transaction with the shop's owner who has personally texted and emailed images, invoices and Gmail to me with images & such of his painstaking work for me stemming back to my own business cards. Even this neighbor kid whom our neighborhood is to tight by we don't even really remember our first names due to kids like us being identified from patches on our clothes, he said I need to contact the owner right away & see if at worst we can make a shitty ass stencil on cardboard old school ghetto style just to prove to Dwid Hellion that I am not a pathetic piece of shit.

I am also certain that my best friends in Dropdead who are also playing the fest this weekend will do more than just dedicate songs to me personally thanking me as "Jen." To say that I and other people would be horrified to know that my own police precinct supported personal political project has been sabotaged due to my association with this website is something my own scene friends would be ASHAMED for me to even admit.

Also, I have no idea if you are even familiar with the legacy of Integrity but while I can't get SG Services or my own mother to email or call me through crisis, Dwid replied to my initial email asking for endorsement to my project within less than 24 hours. Dwid is someone I can't even believe I will even encounter this weekend as a clear pit stop on youtube of that clip I posted last blog should tell you how violent this band is. Over a decade later through line up changes out the sky, his shows are still described by the single word "mayhem."

I am so humiliated to have to save my own pennies via my bank and PayPal just to coordinate my tour on the 21st. Peace to you and seriously, black power. I won't ever blast on your personal page again but I honestly just can't believe the tripe your employers accept money from. Peace.

Oh and btw, Greg Ginn is only ONE of the most bizarre associates to me on my personal FB if anyone thinks I'm still a name dropping piece of shit around here. Send me a friend request there and see how well known I am to countless legendary real punks and hardcore gangs worldwide. As you should know as a screen printer that since my tour begins in less than 48 hours, nothing in Hell can correct my personal damage and humiliation. It's beyond sad, pathetic or even "tragic." All due respect to you.

If you're actually intimidated to send a request to my FB, some of my friends are Kira from Black Flag (can't even bother to recall certain punk names), Tesco Vee, Justin Pearson (who would be wounded to hear anything from my lips on this screen matter since he could've had this done for me personally weeks ago but I wanted to support my local business), Brendan Canty, Ian Svenonius and honestly countless other humans who seriously identify me simply as "Jen" bc I have been a "local" legend since the first time I entered Gilman St and was flagged down by Chris Dodge to meet finally simply by word of mouth based on my very appearance when I'd never been to San Francisco before in my life before the day in 1996.

Yo, no quotes necessary but yes, I'm now crazy. And I'm hurt. Head on my shoulders, yo. Sad.