Sunday, March 28th, 2010...2:39 pm
Trouble Brewing
You’re old man told you this, and you ignored him
But it’s the wisdom of ages.
You lay down with dogs, you is gonna get fleas.
The Rail has been rocked by the savage, baseless claims of a professional jerk. A year ago this piece of work made a series of slanderous allegations against a friend of mine. The great Kenny MacLean, a comrade and inspiration to all that had the pleasure of his company, collapsed on Nov 24th 2008. The former member of Platinum Blonde was found on the floor with his toothbrush in his mouth. Kenny, beloved by thousands, left this mortal coil.
The loudmouth claimed, for reasons tied to his own depraved ego, that Kenny had committed suicide.
A brutal lie.
A lie against a man who was adored by all that knew him.
A lie with no purpose other than to cause pain and hurt the memories of people who missed Kenny. (And, if you met him, believe me, all my friends, you loved him. He was that warm, that welcoming, that friendly).
Said jerk continued his presence at The Rail, a place I love with all my heart, and I warned my homeboy Len that nothing good was going to come from the accommodation of this reprobate.
Chickens have come home to roost.
People, please leave the morally vacant to their own devices and company. I hang with the greatest collection of friends ever assembled; Mad Dawg, Goose, Billy the Kid, the J Dawg, Hat Head, Ginner, LenandMaria, the Beat Poet, the Writer, the Cook, Lex Luthor, McClin, the Webmaster, and countless others. But to earn my friendship I demand certain levels of integrity and intelligence.
A man can serve up free shots in abundance, but if his fundamental character is in question, at some point he’s going to come back to haunt you.
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