um, because apparently I was stupid and thought more of him than I should of.
I was in portland, having come down specifically to see him. I thought that he and I were leaning more towards friends rather than the groupie/musician thing. I guess I was wrong. I had gone backstage(with John and Manuel) after the show, hoping to talk to Bobby, the drummer of the twilight singers, and to kickit with Joe,the sound guy…oh hell, i forgot his last name, information is in my other phone…..but for some reason, this didn’t sit well with Dulli. He took me out to the hallway, and tried to talk to me like some ignorant twit. Well, i wasn’t having any of it and when he asked me if we were cool, I said “no”. big mistake. He sent the others away and then told me to “Bring it, Motherfucker”. To this day, three years later, I am still stunned.(i relayed this story to someone in the higher ups of geffen records, who knew of Dulli’s shenanigans, no suprise there)
Not really sure of what I said, altho at one point i recall begging him not to do this…to not be an asshole…..but i guess it was just that time. I always knew that our precarious relationship(friends, aquaintences, whatever) was going to end in a painful way. Maybe I was too pushy, maybe he was too much of a prick….maybe it just was never a circumstance that could never be avoided.
its sad, because nothing will ever be the same, will be as good,nor as lovely and close to understanding as it could be with him.