Normally I'd be posting incessantly in a thread like this at this time, as it was one of the first threads I ever posted in besides the Fuentes and IP2 ones, but I genuinely have nothing to say that hasn't already been said. Ian has stooped to a level I didn't think was possible. He betrayed his only long term friend from the cancer crew days, the only man who'd put him and his whore wife up if they became completely destitute financially, whose been funding and promoting his shitty "boxing" events, for a slimy two-faced Turkroach who threw him under the bus as soon as it was convenient. When will enough be enough?
And, Ian, if you're reading this, you will never be a breadtube essayist. Between your SSRI, CTE adled mind and the fact this genre has been oversaturated for years at this point, you'll be lucky if you crack 10k. So, do the world a favor and stop pussyfooting around the rope. We all know you wanna kill yourself, that you hate your wife and your life, and that you're too scared to actually do it. You collabed with Post Malone for fucks sake, you were on top of the world and you threw it all away to become the orbiter of a dying political streamer whose spiraling into irrelevancy himself. Listen to whatever piece of your humanity is left in you and bite the bullet. Be at peace.