Lovely. We can’t even return from dinner without finding a screed from grammy along with Pacione’s usual crap.
Creating a fake blog which impersonates me is just wrong enough as it is.
It’s a parody site, and makes that very clear right at the top of the page. Mr. Pacione was too cheap to register the domain himself after Janrae let it expire; the parody site is the result. He doesn’t have to read it, and nobody thinks it’s anything but a parody site.
To anyone who is posting and making our telephone number and address public this needs to stop here and now.
I would agree with that, but I’ve ever seen anyone actually post the number–the first nine digits, yes, but not the whole number, and it was someone over on Blogspot. That was not my work.
Have you tried to take care of 2 ill senior citizens?
Has Nick? Nope. He acted as if grandpa’s heart attack was a major inconvenience to his writing “career.”
We do not need to live in fear of our address being made public . . .
Then you’d better keep an eye on where Nicky posts it, Shirley. He did so publicly at Author’s Den. See for yourself. Scroll about halfway down the page. Besides, nobody’s lurking in your bushes; if you really are afraid, then you’re as stupid as Nicky.
This is not Nick’s home.
Then explain that to Nick. He’s claimed more than once that it is his house. I suppose he thinks he’s going to inherit it, but he’s delusional if he thinks the government dole will even cover the cost of property taxes on the place.
Nick only stays here temporarily due to his former roomate.
His former roommate kicked him out because he stopped paying rent. He’d be living under a bridge with the other trolls if it were not for grammy.
Personally, I think grammy’s as delusional as Nicky. She also makes some of the same misspellings and grammatical errors as Nicky, as well as has his penchant for using ultra-long paragraphs.
Shirley, if you read this, I have nothing against you or your husband. I am not the one calling your house. That’s going too far, in my mind. Unless you are willing to keep a tighter rein on Nicky, he’s going to continue to do the sort of things that ultimately do bring you grief (such as sending people death threats and phony PayPal invoices for hundreds or thousands of dollars, both of which are federal offenses), because there are people out there who, unlike me, are not content to merely poke fun at him on our own blogs.
I firmly believe his entire family is in denial about Nicky’s abhorrent, and often illegal, behavior. Mr. Pacione is neither blameless nor innocent in this saga.
I think I should take a trip to Morris, IL and ask his Grammy if she’ll undress for me. Thanks to Nicolaus posting his address on Rusty Nail and on his sites I’ll know where to go.
A month ago, I started to write Granny Shirley a letter informing her of many of the stunts Nick has pulled, and asking her “You are aware that he’s committing these crimes in your own home, aren’t you?”
I never even finished the letter. It’s still on my hard drive, but I could be prompted to finish it and mail it off.
I also wanted to ask Granny Shirley a question about the possibility that if Nicky ever turns violent, and if she and her husband ever considered the idea that they could be his first two (or only) victims if or when he finally goes completely over the edge. It’s not like we all live in the same neighborhood in Morris, right? As if Nick’s going to travel hundreds of miles just to try to pick a fight with Keene or Benet!
We have a saying in the psych biz … the nut rarely falls far from the tree.
“Nick only stays here temporarily due to his former roomate.”
Excuse me?
I have been gone for a while and I come back to see they are still blaming his problems on my friend?
Still?
You little sonofabitch Nicky Pacione. You little frail whiny bitch. I don’t mean to sound like a broken record, but when he would get sick, which was all the fucking time, he would expect us to take him to the doctor or call an ambulance. He couldn’t manage his money because, well you all see what he spends it on plus cigerettes plus a shitload of other junk, and when he couldn’t handle it in the real world, when he couldn’t survive with his meds and food being paid for, he ran home like a little bitch back to grammy’s house.
And now I have seen it all. Now I have seen a grown man run behind his elderly supposedly sick grandmother while she got on the net and came to his rescue. Did I see that right? Did I actually see a grown man have his grandmother get online to fight his battles for him? I had heard he had done that before but I honestly didn’t believe it. I am fucking shocked. I knew he was a weak closeted man child but I am still floored by what I just saw.
O M G. I am going to print that out and bring that to Gothicfest. I was told by the way that they had to let him in, but that we could say whatever we wanted to him which we will. He’ll get security to watch him nearby like last time but this time they will be watching their friend talk to that fucking prick Pacione.
“For the record about the whole apartment situation I left on my own because I was tired of footing the bill for the particular room mate in question. I was in the negative 95% of the time because I was constantly stuck paying some of her bills. The bill I was stuck with was the Comcast bill and that was in my name. I got that because I needed a phone in the house and when I left, it was on my own accord. Rusty Nail you’re twisting the truth around on that one and this will be made clear in this blog, here and now.”
Oh you prick. You were negative all the time because you would pay people around the globe to write books for you. Then you’d buy all the copies at retail and beg Eve to pass them out to her friends. Amazing, isn’t it, that he was someone’s roommate and had to pay a percentage of the bills? Seriously bill time he acted butthurt because he thought he was the bread winner, unbeknownst to him no matter how hard he tried he was paying his part of that whole mess. Did she borrow money? Yes. Did she ask at gunpoint? You could have said no.
Oh you are going to pay alright Nicky. Until you stop badmouthing my friend it’s going to suck to be you. I know it already does but you don’t know how good you have it at the moment. Shut your fucking sausage hole and I’m gone out of your life.
Well, he did have his Granny write that letter to J.L. Benet after he had the cease and desist order served to Nicky, and the letter made it look like Benet had been the one bullying Nicky. It’s not the first time he’s hidden behind her. It also showed that she’s just as fucked up mentally as Nicky, too.
By the way, I don’t think I’ve mentioned this before, but after he was kicked out of the apartment, I remember that Nicky was quick to criticize his now former roommate for, in his word, “never having a job”. But Nicky carries on, thinking he has some kind of career (which is usually sitting at home, fighting with people online), and how he’s exempt from paying the rent.
Oh, does Granny Shirley know that her grandson stole someone else’s belongings after he was told to leave the apartment?
Granny allows him to hide behind her while SHE writes the letters because she only gets one side of the story: HIS side. His heavily revised edition. It seems he’s capable of editing everything except his actual written work.
Xxnevaehcc,
It amazes me your commitment to Crazy Michelle. She is just as bad as Nicky. They’re like the Loch Ness Monster and Bigfoot.
It’s only parody when he does it to others, not when they do it back. Hypocrisy in action = Pacione.
I wish neither one of his grandparents any ill will, but if they do get a lot of grief, they need look no further than their own basement to find the source of it.
Of course, if grammy were to discover who I am and call my house, it would be amusing to demand the name of her employer so I could report her for violating the national “do not call” registry law. It might throw her for a loop if she doesn’t understand the nuances under which that law operates.
She would just try to pretend it isn’t real.