. Them: "You need to..." . Me: "You can just stop your trite weak arse dime store guru shit right there!" "Because IF ‘You’ were stuck being anything like ‘Me’," “And failed as much as ‘I’ have,” "Then ‘You’ wouldn’t like ‘Your’ crappy ‘Self’ either" “So,” “Fuck Off!” .

. My ban from certain local REDCAR venue's. . There are places that I can't go. (Shrug) I'm banned from those venues. . The Tees Valley Arts Palace hub . The Gypsy Rover . The other yellow corner one on station road that I can't remember the name of at the moment. . Probably the Pig 'N Whistle (although I haven't actually checked) . And that geek store, also on station road. . If you want to know why, then ask someone there. I'm proud of my actions. I have nothing to be ashamed of. It just is - what it is. That's all. . I back down for nobody. Not to a thug wielding a metal weapon, not to the crown (I am not patriotic) not to god wielding hell, and not to a thug wielding access to their venue. . Sure it hurts. But all anger helps keep the dangerous depression at bay. . Anger is the all natural, less side effects, self meditation that keeps me alive. Without any pain to keep me going, I'd be dead. . Without the pain I'd have nothing to paint wit...