Mr. Pacione has another entry on Blogspot today. The gist of it is a screed against the folks at TODP, who he blames for passing around e-copies of his memoir.
. . . so right now I am more than pissed, and want to kill someone for doing this shit.
It is never cool to kill someone just because you’re peeved about something. Eliminating the competition never makes a career flourish.
Do you hear me asshole, I am not a fucking failure.
Is that supposed to be a question? Of course Mr. Pacione’s a failure. If his stories were selling, he wouldn’t whine about lost sales all the time.
I was proving a point with that book and my point was proven ten times over with people having a high school mentality when it comes to someone publishing themselves.
The only point that book proves, which is undoubtedly unintentional, is that Pacione himself has never progressed mentally past high school. One would think that he’d have moved on after thirteen years, but that simply isn’t so.
You assholes stalk the hell out of me to no end.
Obviously, Pacione has a strange concept of what stalking really is. Nobody’s leaving him nasty comments on his blogs the way he does on this one. I would hope that nobody’s calling granny’s house. There are no people sneaking around the bushes, lying in wait.