So he was doing that for a while, and I was still trying to get in touch with him, but he wasn’t responding to anything, and like, meanwhile, you know, I was helping my mom prepare for her wedding with Bob, which was going to be this very small, very beautiful thing in Buenos Aires, where, like, we had rented this whole little villa, and I was also touring and laying down some new tracks with Skelet0r, and so I just wasn’t ultimately paying that much attention to what was going on with my dad.

And then he got the Web series, and that sort of changed the mood of the whole thing.

I mean, I’m sure a lot of you have seen it—I don’t need to go into detail about the whole thing—but, it was just sort of fucked up, because like, Content Bucket had to have known that he wasn’t doing well—like, they had to have met him and seen the state he was in and understood that he was a deeply unhealthy person—but they just didn’t give a fuck. They just, like, wanted to cash in on whatever little viral thing those videos were gonna be, and so they basically gave him free rein to say whatever the fuck he wanted about me, and whatever the fuck he wanted about my mom and Bob and the world and then, you know, they’d put in all these ironic edits and like, do all this fucked-up, goofy shit around these videos of him, like, clearly losing his mind. And, you know, if you listen to those rants, they just make no fucking sense at all. At first, like, I thought my dad was in on the joke or something—like, I thought it was maybe this weird, ultimately unsuccessful attempt at some kind of “alt-humor” or whatever—but it was so clear after the first two or three videos that my dad was totally fucking serious and that the people at Content Bucket were just laughing their asses off in the editing room.

And then the stupidest fucking part, you know, the part that really pissed me off about the whole thing, was that the news would still report on these videos as if they were actual allegations that I needed to respond to, you know? Like, I’d get asked in interviews about this crazy conspiracy theory or that crazy conspiracy theory, and I’d just be like: Are you guys fucking serious? You’re gonna ask me to respond to this?

And I mean, it’s not like these people are stupid, you know? Everyone knew what was going on—everyone except my dad, I guess—so it’s not like these fucking reporters actually thought that these videos had anything to do with reality. It’s just like, this little fucking game we’re all supposed to play. EVERYONE involved in the process knows it’s bullshit, like, every single person knows EXACTLY what’s going on, but we all still have to pretend like it’s real. They all have to pretend like they’re ACTUALLY curious about what my answers are gonna be to these questions, and I have to pretend like I don’t know for a fact that they’re lying. And half of the time, I just want to be like: Can we drop it for a second? Can we just, like, take the day off? But Content Bucket was absolutely loving it, you know, because these were some of their most popular videos ever, and they were driving a lot of traffic to their site, and meanwhile, like, I’m trying to get in contact with them—I’m sending them all these emails being like: Hey, listen, my dad is obviously sick. Why don’t you just tell me how to get in contact with him so I can get him some help?—but they were like: Your father doesn’t want us to give you that information. We have to respect that. And I was just like: Fuck these motherfuckers. You know? Like, how fucking lost and empty do you have to be to become one of these motherfuckers? I’ll never forgive those Content Bucket guys. Seriously.