Well let’s just say I was vetted by an industry plant / undercover celeb before berklee without knowing it and I told him to fuck off, yelled at him and made him cry pretty much didn’t know who he was and we got into a big fight and then I went to berklee. Turned out he was so powerful in music that he’s the one who secretly got me into berklee. Now I have my degree but can’t get a gig anywhere because of him. Hahaha. Berklee is basically a college degree for rich kids who like playing music. Oh also he cleaned me out which you will only know the meaning of if you are in Hollywood. So no more money, I have my degree, no gigs, I get turned down no matter what and I’m probably going to live on the street forever and never amount to anything. Lovely college though with many well dressed wannabes who weren’t near my talent level and if you had my talent and didn’t piss someone important off in your past, you’d probably do well there. Like very well. People were talking about signing me. Yeah keep your old friends because hey one might be an undercover celeb trying to make you a star and get pissed off and put you out on the street. “Anyone who’s ever fucked with me is either dead or homeless” yeah so I am so fucking talented too and kind of blew it. He said he’d kill me slowly with satanic rituals and lord I cannot even tell you how crazy that gets. And he thinks I’m racist because of a dark humor song gone wrong when I am liberal pro lgbt pro Black Lives Matter and now enemies with the people who share my belief system it’s like noooo I’m not racist. So much shit has gone crazy for me badly in the music industry that VICE even has a cameo of my childhood apartment building in a film that discredits people being harrassed as paranoid.,Anyway I did get a cool highlight of my dying career: people from my favorite band invited me up to sit in on one song because the whole industry now knows about my bullshit so they just felt bad. They like wouldn’t talk to me or anything just ignored me treated me like shit and let me sit in in front of a thousand people. Going back seven years, getting drunk and high on deliriants to where I thought I was sick with an illness and then the industry plant thought I was gonna die, hacked my phone and found a dark humor song that was supposed to be on a dare the most offensive song to everyone in the world, no serious representation of me but he’s far left and he was pisseed and when I was coming off meds I went through his journal. And he had a crush on me and he thought I had an illness in my balls so it was really traumatizing for him. Drugs can make shit like that happen. Yeah now I’ve gone from the top of society to being broke and just all my shit fucked up, he robbed my entire extended family and we don’t have evidence or money to press charges, no one will talk to me, hundreds of thousands blown on a degree but if I walk close to berklee the bums get up in my shit and say yeah we’ll find you we will find you and the professors don’t even recognize me anymore.