it appears that due tø circumstances beyønd my cøntrøl, i will nøt be jøining prøtøtype øn the black eyed peas tøur. the whøle situatiøn is cømpletely fucked up, and ultimately sené, h2ø, and trakmatik are gøing tø dø the tøur withøut the band. i knøw that they wøuld rather have us with them, but the situatiøn dictates that they gø øn as a triø. althøugh i wøuld prefer tø gø aløng, they have my full suppørt, and i knøw that they will smash.
sø much før my big break – this wøuld have been a løt øf fun. gøddamnit.
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