Mr. Pacione left Don Henrie messages on the guy’s MySpace on two consecutive days after meeting him at Gothicfest. What a fan-boi. I’m sure Pacione thinks Don’s his new “bestest buddy.”
Oct 18 2007 1:29 PM
This guy makes me look like a midget.
Doesn’t everybody?
He wants so bad to appear big and huge and hulking, instead of fat, short, and balding.
http://www.sendspace.com/file/0yxhda
An early Christmas present for the readers of this blog.
Did you notice that in the picture on Associated Content of him with Gashley Darcane, it looked like she was leaning down and he was standing on tiptoe? That picture really should be titled “Gashley, giving me an anal probe.”
He waxed poetic in his article about his “reunion” with her. She probably thought “We’ve met before? I’ll have to take your word for it.”
That was great, Chaos. Bravo! Thank you.
And thank you for returning my friendage at LJ (that was fast!). I wondered where you’d gone. 😉
I’ve been out-and-about lately. I was planning on deleting my old journal for a while. I only got around to it at the start of the school year.
Gothfest was a success I sold a total of one book in a half an hour. Take that you fuckhead terrorist for trying to ruin my good name and drag my work to the ground well get bent! If this was the early ‘90s these fuckers wouldn’t be saying the shit they’re saying about me and small press. It was a rough time to be alive from 1989-1993 nothing was the same as it was back then and it really was a nightmare reality. I had to be tough that’s why they called me Nick the Boxer because I took no shit from anyone. To the bull dyke who is saying shit about me on Rusty Nail your time is up motherfucker! Velmonturna – You too! You better watch yourself you little piece of shit. I eat pieces of shit like you everyday! The fact that these fucks try to ruin my career is fucked up and shitty. What right do you all have to write whatever you want about me? This is America and I demand to be left alone in order to sell my books to legit readers not fucks like you who try to go out and ruin my good name! Brian Keene – you are nothing but a chicken hawk who need to have his books burned and put out on the street and fucked with a strap on! I don’t write about erotica in my books because there is no place for them in real horror. I am a horror writer I know what I am talking about unlike you unpublished fucktarded fag hags! And another thing you terrorist like to do is to call my house this has got to stop there are three sick people in my house you sick assholes! What gives you the right to harass them, huh? FUCK YOU! My mother is morbidly obese and can’t even walk down the stairs to use the bathroom she has to piss, shit, and everything else in a 5 gallon bucket which I have to empty once every few days so she can’t get to the phone you son of a bitches! Why can’t you show some respect and leave my family out of this? They’ve done nothing to you. Four eyes if I ever see you in Chicago I will introduce your face to concrete got it twinkle toes? PISS OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE!
There, there, Nickolaus–take a deep breath and calm down for a moment. One book sale in half an hour is good. Forgive me; I thought you only sold a magazine to the lady with the bizarrely askew breastplate. Now that I know you sold a book in addition to the magazine, it completely changes my perspective. You are a success after all. Congratulations, mate.
Its the same thing so go to hell!
“career?!?”