Some of the oddities of love, mixed with confusion caused their minds.

At least once every 3 years when touring, there's always one who'll fixate on you. The oddities come in shapes and disguises, some single, some married, bust most of'em with boyfriend. They say, when you reject their advances, they rejected you. They tell their Bo, that your stalking them.

In the end you find out, in most of them, the babe wanted to leave her bo and figured a jealousy motive to manipulate his abuse of her would enable her to scrounge some personal empowerment. Things so dark and evil from B & E, to Robbery, to Phone Threats, to what ever they could ruse to keep their bo, on their created enemy's ass, to squander some personal empowerment. I've helped the ones that fixated on me, they got their shit together and we're still tight.

Two are in prison that fixated on my lead guitarist, one committed suicide for the drummer, he never met her, but the family thought they were married for 3 years, living on the road, with the band. The values people deny themselves, cheats more than their depraved states in strife.

These fuckers in op's have done the most heinous criminal shit, to the innocent. That has fucked up every shot, on the possible friend, in the pool table of life. I'm getting letters from fans, I've never met and being my photographic memory can tell you, I did! The bastards know, we now know and their shits, gettin desperate. So's my trigger finger.