I'm writing a theraputic letter...
Dear Nathan,
It's 2:30 am and I felt as though I needed to write you this letter to get some things off of my chest so I can sleep peacefully. Hopefully you'll understand...
We both know that you don't like me and I don't like you. That's fine. We used to be ok back in the day...but we've both grown up and realized that we're just not suited for each other. You're clearly a heterosexual male with a beautiful girlfriend, and I am a homosexual male who hooks up with random people. That's great, but what I don't understand is...how an individual such as yourself can be so jealous of someone like me? Is it because I'm a world champion? Or maybe it's because everyone in the section that you "lead" loves me and shows you no respect? Nathan, what you did today was downright shady. But you know what, I'm over it. Karma is a bitch buddy. I'm sorry that I'm a better musician than you. I'm sorry that I can out march your ass any day of the week. I'm sorry that you can't come out of your queer closet. Actually...fuck that. I'm not sorry. I'm glad. Maybe if you spent a little more time practicing instead of talking about other people...You could make wind ensemble. Maybe if you realized that it is just the million dollar band, and being an assistant section leader doesn't make you powerful. Nathan, people realize exactly how you are and what you're up to. LOTS of people. You're not going to get anywhere acting like this. Nathan, people don't listen to you because everything you have to say is basically bullshit. I'm not sure what all of those drum majors camps you went to back in Albertville taught you...but it obviously wasn't leadership. And it definitely wasn't how to conduct, that was proved in DM tryouts last year. You told me that you were going to do this Thursday night at rehearsal because I told you I wasn't going to stand at parade rest in the balcony. Get a clue...you were the only one doing it. The other 300 members in the band were simply waiting for instructions. Then for the 250th time this season, you singled me out to "scold" me. And once again...I wasn't about to take it. Why do you constantly single me out? You tell me that it's b/c I'm a cadet and you expect more out of me, etc etc. BULLSHIT. I don't want you to expect anything out of me b/c you're my peer. Not my teacher, my mentor, or my role model. I should be expecting something out of you instead as my section leader. But I don't. Because I know how you work. Give it up nathan...the game is over.
Nathan, I loathe you. And you are the ONLY person I've ever said this to and honestly mean it. If you were on fire, I wouldn't piss on you. Eat shit and die you worthless piece of shit.
Love,
Timothy Griffin Gunter, WORLD CHAMPION
*the views in this letter are the views of Griffin Gunter and do not refelct the views of the members of the MDB or its affiliates. And don't be a bitch if you comment...it's my journal, I'll say what I want.*