I'm really about to embarrass myself here, so I'm dealing with this dude in a totally secretive cover band. Mind you, I started talking over insta with him because he was cool the last time we spoke after the show. He remembered me and my wife, because we're a weird package.
So I'm casually talking to this dude about binine shit until we become cool-cool with each other. So I ask little things about his life, and share my shit. Dude's in Canada, who is he going to tell about some certified cunt licker in the states. SO dude wants to protect his identity, and I roll with that. No biggie. Who am I gonna tell? It's like being in high school, going 'I totally have a gf. She's just in Canada!' He has a chic but she just lives in the US, and they can't see each other. Because he's scared he'll be deported if he enter the states, which makes no fucking sense at all (and I told him that).
All we do is talk about video games and stupid shit. All he told me was that he's a gamer (exactly what systems he has) and his gf, and band members in passing.
SO his first solo album is coming out. I'm hyping him up and shit. He goes on a nobody podcast and tells his life story. I'm super serious, guys, he's super-duper important. Dumb fucker had his legal name attached to it. I warned him that people are crazy and will find his shit, but its no problem for him. Yet my wife just found all his shit on the spot, and I didn't bother looking at it. It wasn't my business at that time.
We're at the day of his shitty party for the album release. I ask him about it because I'm clearly not going to be there. Bro freaked out because I asked what cover he was going to do. He told me, of course. And in the same breath, he's telling me, 'this is none of your business, and X Y and Z.' Obviously, he doubles down and tries to talk to me about the cover. I'm fucking piss because you're not going to talk to me like a dog. I stopped responding, and he just giving me fucking excuses after another. I didn't even bother dealing with his ass.
Of course, I go to my wife pissed because now I need to know who this fucker is. It's an Indian man, so it already has a complex. We figure out who he is because his personal insta is public. All it took was his fucking name, and basic shit he's told me to do the math. You'll never guess the stupidity of this parasite. WE doxed him down to a tee, like down to his mother's own shit because he's putting out everyone's business as a flex for him. He even posted his own license plate on it btw. Of course, he's a fucking nobody that done all this "journalism" and music for shitty indie game floops. He inserts his real face into every one-page interview, even about the band he's fucking in. Pretending like he only does merch and mixing for them.
Oh yeah, he's married and lives with his wife of four years. I literally bought merch from her at the fucking concert. We've known this band for three fucking years. I'm going to obviously remember a face I've never seen be. Either way, he's starting to text me like we're getting "real friendly". While his girl's at home with him! I keep making it clear that I don't like penis and I don't want anyone but my wife. Men are just pigs, but captain retard supreme just ignore it. We have his wife's Insta, and he's doxing their literal house. The band is liking her post from their professional in-character accounts, so I now know that's the right bitch. We found people in the band because he put their full names out there. I even know personal shit about a member that I didn't need to. And I shut that shit down because I'm specifically cool with the dude he's talking about. He knows I respect him, yet I need to know that.
I'm so pissed at the nerve he has to act like he's the shit and he can say and do whatever he wants. So now I'm playing the long con, because he's going to trash-talk more members. He's clearly going to try to play with me and try to get in my pants while we're both married. Bitch, I'm going to nuke his life for the sheer audacity and pleasure of it at this point. I'm going to send everything to his wife, and I'm also going to tell the band that he's fucking doxing all of them. On top of all the personal information/shit talking he's doing in front of me about them. I've got to tell everyone out of respect.
I should've known better the moment I found out he wasn't white. Men of that flavor are particularly fragile bitches. Even worse his natural predator is a fucking train. I hate Indian men with a burning passion. I like watching them getting splattered online doing stupid shit.
I put myself in this situation, and that's on me. I already don't like men, but I just fucking had to be nice to one on actual personal terms.
If I'm the fucking clown, he's going to be the whole circus when I'm done with him.
