It's a recent phenomenon I call 'poking the bear".
It's what you do apparently when your life is going oh so perfectly and your band is just packing them in and killing it every time you play and you have nothing better to do during all this than to speculate on what I'm doing or what I think about your band. Fucking Hell here's another one. You want my attention you little POS? Fine - you got it!
Your band sucks. There's no other way to put it. Your regurgitated Riverdales / Lillingtons sound is even more boring and unoriginal than those 2 bands shittiest output combined. It's been done before and more importantly, you guys are terrible at doing it. You guys never "kill it", even on your best of days, and if I had a dollar for everyone that's talked shit to me about you - people you smile with in drunken selfies you post like the little bitch you are on your social media, then I'd have at least 25 bucks extra that I can think of off the top of my head. People go out of their way to tell me how bad your band is, and I don't know why but it's funny. Your band is trite. Deal with it. And on a personal front, you're a spineless weasel. Cutting you out of my life is one of the best decisions I've ever made. Talking you out of killing yourself that one night is something I now regret. You say you won't fight me because I'm a 50 something year old guy, but trust me kid, I won't fight you because it would be like beating up on a retard, so yeah, keep on "killing it" with your band braaaah and wallowing in your mediocrity. Me? I can't be bothered. You're beneath me. You're contemptible and more important, you're embarrassing. Fat drunk and stupid is no way to go through life son, but you seem to be making an artform out of it... kudos to you! Your children must be soooooooooo proud of you! 😂😂😂