Good morning and welcome to a new day of bitching, betrayal, and bizarre ghost story-type thingies about typewriters. That's right, a new day has dawned in I, Anonymous land, and it's business as usual. Today's highlight is the poor soul addressing one "Fred Arminsen."
Contrary to my actions, I am not a walking dildo. I should have said something nice, I should have complimented you work (particularly when you opened up for Jeff Tweedy on his solo tour featured in the Wilco Documentary or Sadaam Hussein), I should have offered to buy you a drink, we could have talked about punk rock, i should have offered you a joint and talked about comedy.
It's a sad tale, folks. Read it here.