The Truth Behind The Lies
Recently a convention known as Cinema Wasteland has closed its doors. I was a fixture at that show for many years. I did SRO Grindhouse Panels, I supplied 16mm films for screenings there, I put together a Hardcore Wrestling Hour hosted by myself and Toby Klein aka Mr Insanity. Then I came up with a trivia game for Ghastley Night at the Movies, 42 Grindhouse Questions from 42nd Street Pete. Due to personal issues with the promoter and my former publisher, Crappy & Loud Media, I left in 2018.
This is not what I wanted. The promoter made my life miserable the last couple of shows I attended. When I asked what his problem with me is, he said it’s all in my mind. Yeah, sure it is because when the pandemic hit, no way was I going to a convention. After the state was shut down, I got an email from the promoter, blasting me about the show being shut down. Like this was my fault? His exact words to me were “ I lost more money on this show than you made in the 10 years you have lived here.” Wow, didn’t know we shared the same accountant and seriously dude, how the fuck could you know my income. And yeah, I still have those emails because I don’t want to hear the familiar response, “ I don’t know what your talking about.”
But it wasn’t over, during the pandemic I got some real derogatory letters with fake return addresses on them. The post marks were Pittsburgh and Cleveland. The promoter is in the Cleveland area, and Crappy & Loud is in Pittsburgh. These people are so deranged that they even brought my late mother & my dog into the harassment. I was suffering from bad depression and this was done to drive me over the edge.
So what did I do to deserve this? Two things, I got involved with a woman that the promoter and his friends hated, but didn’t tell me until after the fact. Nice right? They let me walk right into the pussy trap, then told me they never wanted her around. Then I wrote a book that sold out at that show in one day. The promoter, a “friend for close to 30 years,” told me that no one will buy that book , and no one comes to the show to see you. Ok, then why did you invite me to the show, give me a venue to entertain fans, then fuck me in the ass? Jealousy, that’s why. Same with my scumbag publisher who got drunk, as he and his wife usually do at these events, and bitched out loud that maybe he should write a book about weed & hookers.
Instead of being happy that the first book their company published was selling good, no, Little Mikey was pissed because my stuff sold and his stuff didn’t. Face it, pal, you can’t even write a grocery list. When the mag that we published, Grindhouse Purgatory, took off, you decided to cash in by creating your own mag, Exploitation Nation which didn’t exploit anything. When called out in a review on Amazon , you responded by calling the reviewer a Nazi and blocking him.
You are such an insecure POS, that you started harassing the writers that I brought in, and giving space to your untalented friends. When I ended the magazine because I simply didn’t want to deal with your whinny ass, your wife just had to put the last word out in the last issue, then told all my writers that I “retired” and you were taking over. I found this out and contacted my people. None of them wanted to be involved with anything Crappy & Loud had to offer. So I started another magazine with an editor who didn’t have a fuckin ego. I have avoided all contact with the promoter and Crappy & Loud since 2018. Then last week the shit started again.
A group called “Cinema Wasteland is Family” started on Facebook. I got multiple invites to join. The minute I joined , I was attacked by Amy Lynn Beast, my former publisher. I was accused of stealing from her and the Wasteland promoter. I was accused of beating up transgendered people, the fucking harpy kept ranting and raving then removing anyone from the group who defended me. She even picked fight with my friend Long Jeanne Silver who called her exactly what she is, a child. I’ll go a step further, the woman is deranged and obviously mentally ill.
As for me beating up anyone, she took a passage out of my second book where I told a story about being in the Port Authority Men’s Room and a male hustle waved his dick at me. So I punched him out. I didn’t “beat him half to death” as she delighted in telling people. I smacked him and that was the end of it. But this was a tipping point as they said this book “violated their standards for decency”. Oh really, this from people who make home movies with lesbian vampires and think it’s real cinema. You get to see non attractive women get naked in what is nothing more than a home movie shot with friends. Thankfully you haven’t done anymore films since 2012.
So I did go to the last two wasteland show, something which she accused me of sneaking in. Sorry, bitch, I paid and went in though the Evil Dead museum to see my friends Tom & Pat. I didn’t walk by your table because I know what a demented confrontational creep you are. At the last show I was talking to Greg from Dreamhaven Books, who was set up behind you. You heard my voice, saw me and pooped yourself. So much for confrontation, you need the safety & security of the internet for that.
I’m glad a lot of people finally saw the real you. The whole “Wasteland is Family” is bullshit. More like non inclusive. For someone who hates the MAGA concept, you certainly embrace it. You lie so much that the lies become your own truth. Like our president, you constantly play the victim, and you think you and your old man are the greatest thing since sliced bread. Your not. Truth be told most real patrons of that show hated that you were the first thing they saw when they got there and the last thing they saw when they left.
You brought nothing to that show, nothing. It was just a venue for you to get loaded and hold court with you “family”. A family I might ad that always left a mess in the lobby every Saturday night for the hotel to clean up. Yeah, past shows were a trip but that ended before 2018. the vibe was gone, the lobby full of fans dwindled and it became a distribution center for all the new “boutique” DVD companies who didn’t even discount their product. Then without warning, it ended and my shitstorm began. A fan contacted me upset that people didn’t get to say goodbye to each other. That’s the only reason I went to the last show because I just wanted to see friends that I would never see again. And I was right, but this guy said he wanted to put together one last party.
He said the hotel had an open weekend, September 18th & 19th.
I said that was a good idea. So I figured why not show a couple of films to have something to do besides drink & look at each other. So I reached out to guys I knew that still collected films. They were up for it. Toby wanted to be involved, maybe do our wrestling thing. Fans wanted it to happen, but it wasn’t going to happen. Someone , unbeknownst to me, was involved and said that the dates weren’t secured. Then I got “who the fuck was I to do something people wanted” ?
Then the above shit storm started and hasn’t let up. Obviously I never brought a thing to the show. Forget about getting guests like Jeanne Silver, Jamie Gillis, Carter Stevens and Jack Ketchum, forget about me supplying films, doing the wrestling hour and doing a trivia game Saturday night instead of hanging with friends. Then I rounded up all my convention guest badges, magazine, posters ect and fuckin burned them on camera. They wanted to erase me from the shows history? Well I just erased myself. Not a problem, I never belonged there, and before I got talked into doing this show, I was done with doing cons.
I was told by fans back then, that I brought something to the show that they never experienced. Don’t get me wrong, I met some great people and sadly lost some great people, but you think the show even acknowledged their passing? No, it didn’t and that, to me, was disrespectful. I have been involved in this convention stuff for over 30 years. I have seen how little cliques start and become the voice of the show. It’s a gang mentality as I sadly found out. So I’m done with appearing or attending cons. I may do one more thing as a personal favor, but that will be it.
So in closing if I entertained you , made you laugh or pissed you off, that was my job. If your hatred of me stems from a lie you heard from Crappy & Loud or Cinema I Wasted My Time, you got one side of a story and you couldn’t hear my side because these beacons of free speech shut me down, you didn’t question them you just believed the lies, and most of the people attacking me I have never met.
So I was never family, I was never accepted, I was used until they didn’t want to use me no more. I left, I wasn’t fired, I wasn’t told to leave, I just gave a promoter what he was too chickenshit to ask me. And that should have been the end of it.
So the show is dead, RIP Wasteland , when you were good, you were very ,very good, but those days ended years ago. So I’ll keep the youtube show going because those are my people. As for writing, who knows, maybe a real tell all book is in order. Then maybe people will realize that these clowns you hold in such high esteem are a lot worse human beings than I could ever be.
Have a blessed day.