About 3 weeks ago, my uncle died. He was in his 50's, but had drank and smoked pretty heavily his whole life. My uncle was a personal hero of mine. He was a New York city cop, and an expert hostage negotiator. He once turned down a bribe for a million dollars in cash for a cocaine bust. His picture was front page New York Times surrounded by the cash he turned down. He once spent a week with Robert Dinero, who was studying how cops really are, for the movie Midnight Run.
We all handle death in different ways. I ended up logging on the Korn site for the first time, and began getting involved on here, maybe in part as a distraction. I didn't get to go to the funeral, since it was in New York. I guess I have tried to not make much of a deal about it.
But last weekend I got overwhelmed with things in my life, and things on here. Somebody sent me a personal message pretty much saying I am fake, a poor writer and that my material shows I'm lost and confused.
The truth is, I am lost and confused. The message I got was silly, but it was a last straw kind of a thing. I got off the site to clear my head and handle some of those issues.
I have really missed being on here. Some of you have been amazing friends and I really appreciate all you have helped me with. I will be back on, maybe soon, maybe later. I have a film script I've been working on for a long time now and have been drawn toward finishing as of late. It is my way of venting to some degree, so I'm trying to focus on that right now. When it's done, I hope to be back in full force.
You guys are awesome. Your comments and messages have been very sweet and helped me a lot. I'll be back as soon as I can.
On a side note, Missinglife's last blog post made me cry. If anybody in here gives her a hard time, things won't be pretty.