It’s what I do.
Is there another location to view this video? The man took down megaupload!
here is a link to this video:
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=42JLNI61 <-78mb WebcamFeet1.avi
So I put this book together over countless hours and late-nights when I was still in Louisiana. We ordered a proof and decided to hold off releasing it until around Christmas time, something that I both understood and was irritated about.
Obviously, our collaboration ended before Christmas rolled around and I assumed the book was history. That is, until I got a message from a fan asking me how long it took to put together.
“What?” I asked, perplexed. I sure as fuck didn’t release it, so what the hell was going on? After a ten minute search I found my book on Blurb, complete with thousands of my photographs and pages of my words, listed by TheAmazingAtheist. Was he really going to profit off of something I couldn’t even get him to proofread when I lived there?
Thankfully Blurb took the book down, but that’s just the tip of the iceberg.
We had recently gotten into buying and selling cars with my dad. When the collaboration ended, my dad was in possession of several cars that we’d bought together. We made a deal with each other that if we helped get the cars to the delivery people, that they would mail me back my stuff.
After nobody showed up for a couple weeks, my dad started to get skeptical of them mailing our stuff. He told me to tell them to send a confirmation code and the shipping company at the same time.
Suddenly my stuff gets held hostage.
From an e-mail:
”I see no reason to call your dad when he’s the one that’s going back on our deal on your behalf. Quit acting like some uninvolved 3rd party that has nothing to do with this. I understand you have no interest in going back and forth. Neither do I. If you honor the original agreement we will. Its that simple. You guys choose to involve the shit with your dad, not us. I sent him the title promptly and did what we agreed. If he doesn’t trust me to send the items I sure as shit don’t trust him or you to honor any deal until you’ve done what was agreed. So talk to him and let me know. I agree the sooner the better. The sooner that the car gets picked up the sooner the items are shipped out.”
Every photo I’ve ever taken. Every video I’ve ever shot. My staccatos, guitars, amps, and notebooks. On top of this, my brother’s expensive guitar rig is there, as well as my dad’s expensive audio mixer. I only brought three outfits with me because I only expected to be here for a few days. Even my fucking clothes are in that house. My shoes!
After the cars were finally gone, I sent them both an e-mail asking about the shipment dates of my equipment. TJ didn’t even bother to respond and Scotty sent me this:
I have nothing to say to you. Let this serve as a notice to you in writing that I will consider any further contact harassment.
Well isn’t that convenient? After the fact, my brother tried to contact them. He even told Scotty that he’d pay for the shipping and it was just important to him that he got his rig back. Scotty told Dakota that it wasn’t his problem and that he’d shoot my brother in the fucking head if he even tried to go there and get his stuff back.
The final e-mail I sent was this, and obviously to no reply.
I either need a confirmation code about my belongings or I need to know where I can pick it up at.
I am tired, as I am sure you are, of this back-and-forth dialog. I need to know where my stuff is. My life’s work is there.
I don’t want any legal crap involved. I just want the deal we had to be resolved. But just in case in has to be legal, attached are the e-mails of the original deal we had. TJ also stated in an e-mail that the 2TB hard drive was mine, because it is full of nothing but my work. I still have no problem with file dumping the contents of that hard drive onto mine and then sending the blank 2TB back to you. I honestly just want the content.
Please, let’s resolve this like grown men. I helped you guys a lot over the last year. I don’t deserve this.
So maybe you guys can help. Let TJ know this is fucked up.
All I want is my stuff. Quit acting like children and give me back what belongs to me.
Amazing Atheist: Behind The Scenes was commissioned by us and is an Amazing Atheist product. As such, you hold no claim to it. If you disagree with this assessment, then I advise you to take the matter to the court system. I will happily discuss ownership of the project before a district court judge if it is your wish to do so. However, out of misguided respect for your wishes, WE took the book down from Blurb.
There is a saying, Cody, that you may be familiar with: those in glass houses should not throw stones. If you really want to talk about who OWNS what, then I suggest you return MY avantone cv-12 microphone, MY canon L-series 16-35 lens and MY iPhone. These are things that I demonstrably paid for and yet are currently in your possession. You want to be petty, Mr. Weber? I can be 500 times as petty as you. How much of my money did you spend on drugs, cigarettes and alcohol? Where is my compensation for the 7 hours labor and emotional damage I incurred cleaning your abomination of a room? You were never compensated? What about room, board and food? What about constantly acting as your chauffeur? How about seeing that you had money to support your drug habits?
You knew smoking was not allowed in the house, yet you smoked in the house anyway. When asked about it, you lied. Your room was full of cigarette butts and ash. When you smoked in our house, you not only acted like a disgusting piece of slovenly shit, you jeopardized our lease and put us all at risk of eviction. You don’t care what risks you take, because you only think of yourself. You don’t think for a second about the consequences your actions might have for others.
Last I checked, you were over $5,000 behind on child support. How many times did we offer to help you pay it down only to hear from you, “No, I’d rather have weed. My nerves, man. My nerves.” I’m glad that your daughter is such a priority to you that you chose your drug over her with 100% consistency. I take that back. I vaguely recall that in the year you lived with us you made 1 payment. Pretty impressive. They should make you father of the year.
Why are you out of my life, Cody? Because you’re a scumfuck. I ignored it for a long time, but when I offered to buy you some new shoes and you told me, “Nah, man, I’d rather have weed,” I had an epiphany: you’re a junky. I know that a lot of people might not buy into that, because weed is not chemically addictive, but you obviously have some sort of emotional addiction to it. My evidence is the following list of things that you have picked weed over:
- Your daughter’s child support, despite the fact that paying your child support was the only way for you to get a new custody trial. You made NO EFFORT to pay a dime.
- A new pair of shoes, despite the fact that the expensive custom designed shoes that we bought you only months earlier were falling apart on your feet.
- Food. Yes, on numerous occasions you decided to forgo eating in order to afford weed. When you choose a drug over basic human sustenance, you have a fucking problem.
- You even sent my a text once asking that I pay you IN WEED. You wanted me to buy you two ounces of weed a month. Plus pay all of your other expenses.
So, you steal my property, exploit my charity, mistreat my living space, lie about not being compensated, and then have the sheer audacity to ask me to pay to send the shit that you left?
Making this matter public is a new low for you. This is and was a personal matter, and you turned it into some drama-fest because you’re too much of a chickenshit to handle your business like a man. How the fuck could anyone other than you and I or Scotty ever hope to understand a situation 1 year in the making? No one should take your side and no one should take mine, because no one understands this situation. You have shown today—as you have shown numerous times in the past—that you are a coward who cannot face your problems with reason and fortitude, discussion and negotiation, but must instead resort to whining, emotional manipulation, deceit and propaganda. Let the record show, Cody, that I wasn’t the one who turned this into a public spat, you are.
I will not respond to you any further outside of private emails. And if you ever make any public statements about this again, this will become a matter for the courts and you will be forced to correspond with my legal counsel instead of with me directly.
I told you repeatedly in emails that you could come collect your things at any time you wished. I only asked that you give me my things as well. Legally, if you haven’t collected your things within 30 days, they are considered abandoned. 30 days has passed, but I am giving you another 30 out of the sheer kindness of my fucking heart. You have 30 days to bring me my stuff back and get your stuff back at an agreed upon time and place. If that’s not amenable to you, then we’ll resolve this matter in a court of law.
2 ounces a month? holy crap, that would last me 6-8 months (assuming it’s the good nugg)! I think that much weed can actually have a marked deleterious effect on brain chemistry over time. I mean, that’s an 8th every two days or so! 30 bucks worth every day (assuming the good stuff).
I fidget like crazy when I get nervous, so as I sat in the waiting room outside of the infamous Tyler Cane’s office, I was making a concerted effort to remain still and appear calm. The mean-eyed persistent glare of his secretary didn’t much help my concentration, but I did my best to pretend I…
Disturbingly brilliant. Reminds me of Piers Anthony.
Hmmm, I have family by Princeville which is near Peoria. But I live in Minnesota where it’s just more awesome.
Going to Peoria to look at furniture for my new place.