Yesterday was the first studio session of a TV project two friends and I've been working on.<br /><br />We put a lot of work into it, and I'd looked forward to it for a long time. To have that work and hope spat upon so nastily and even physically fills me with so much disgust and bitterness that I don't even know how to describe it. I and the friends I invited to help us were yelled at and verbally abused, and I was even physically accosted. Needless to say, the event itself and the memory of it is forever spoiled for me.<br /><br />I understand the guy had a speech impediment and was frustrated with himself, but I'm sorry. That just doesn't justify jeopardizing something that we had invested so much of ourselves in. I've had my share of hardships too, and sometimes I admit I haven't handled them very well in the past, but I like to think I've learned something from them. When I lived in Haiti, did I yell at the Haitians because they couldn't understand me? No! Nothing justifies yelling at someone else, and absolutely <i>nothing</i> justifies physical assault! He really shouldn't be working in an environment where communication is essential and time is criticaleen-811-and.html">the following took place between 8:11 and 8:20am.
radio ga ga.
on the air.
what a gas.
it wasn't me.
it's electrifying.
Punk cures the blues.
tom & joey go to subterranean.
here it is.
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