jamesriot

You can't write shit like this.

So, yesterday, our cesspool backed up. Guess WHERE it backed up into? MY FUCKING ROOM! Pipes in my ceiling exploded, waterfalls of excrement flowed down my walls...and it was signed.

"Dear James,

I TOTALLY hate you.

Love,
God."

Final count of things destroyed? 2 guitars, 2 guitar amps, one four channel mixer and two big speakers, a computer, my TV, my PS2, my Snake Eyes gear, a fairly sizable amount of comic books, my bed, a dresser full of clothes, my carpet, a bunch of posters, the first 17 pages of "The Key", the last 8 pages of Jetgirl Chapter Two, a good portion of original artwork from Antisocial and stuff like that, a few paintings I did, my scanner, my iPod, a computer monitor, stereo, lightbox, a bunch of old occult books, countless person affects, and a bag of Combos.

The BEST news? Not covered by insurance. $2000 for a clean up crew to come disinfect what could be salvaged, the walls, the floor...tiles and rugs were torn up...all of it right out of pocket. Then it's going to be another $3500 for the new cesspool to be put in. On top of that, our yard looks like a plane crashed because they dug the cesspool up.

Also, the shirt that Greg Graffin gave me when I was a wee lad was one of the casualties too. That's the worst part of all of it.