From: | "Michael R. Goldberg" <mrgoldbe@**.NETCOM.COM> |
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Subject: | Invading the Killing Zone |
Date: | Thu, 23 Jul 1998 22:29:01 -0500 |
>>>>>[ +++++ language encode: German
My apologies, Chris. Things have been incredibly hectic since the
Berlin show. Plus what little time I have alone seems to be spent
trying to heal up from the bruises and cuts I suffered from the melees
that broke out.
+++++ include: "Invasion: Berlin" concert raw footage.
As you can see, we had a wild night.
If thinking fraticide was a crime, I would be extremely guilty. I
thought nothing of the fact that Deuce was showing up to a show. Hell,
we welcome our friends to show up as often as possible and he was
delivering his report. Since then, however, he has shown up to ever
one of our shows. And he is trying to be unnoticed in all of them!
I have his report and have sent it along the chain. You should be
seeing it in a couple of days, I imagine.
Scarecrow sends her regards. Jason seems to have fallen in love with
the concert scene. He was critical of the level of security that we
had, until he saw security break down at Berlin. (As you will note, we
have scaled down our security check some. We allow small melee
weapons, although guns are strictly a "frowned upon" item.
The security actually bounced my brother. You should have seen how
livid he was after that. (Once I calmed down from the incident, Zombie
pointed out the obvious. I was so stunned. Everyone else was risking
injury from laughing. And to think, he was astral at the time and
heard the whole thing!)
Tomorrow we joing the Legacy Festival. With all the press attention we
have been getting, we will actually get to play a decent set (for a
festival) on the main stage. We can't wait.
Later, my dear friend.]<<<<<
-- Blitzkrieg <04:15:28/24-JUL-59>
***** PRIVATE: Nightmare
>>>>>[ language encode: German
Send you watchdogs away, Baron. I don't want them, and I certainly
don't need them! I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself, thank
you.
In truth, whether or not you approve of the venues that I play with the
band, it's my life. You are not my mother, you're not my woman, and
you're certainly not a tattoo. However, you are certainly doing a
wonderful job of getting under my skin! Cease and desist! If you do
not like my decisions, fine! I will accept that. I will NOT accept
your trying to prevent me from doing it, nor your gift of extra
shadows.
To you and your pathetic watchers, may I recommend you actually read
the lyrics to my songs. Go the frag away, and leave me alone! If your
enemies try to use me against them, then I will tell them the truth.
My life means little to you. All you care about is the fact that
someone might think me a weakness to use against you.
HA! So little do they know. But I know the truth. In a second you
would kill me if it means saving your hide. For a while, you had me
convinced that you were past that, but recently, you have proven it all
too well that you are not past it.
Have a nice life, Baron. ]<<<<<
-- Blitzkrieg <04:27:35/24-JUL-59>