There are two sides to the story as yesterday’s (24th) Vitriol saga continues. Vitriol founder, frontman/guitarist Kyle Rasmussen has since responded by releasing a lengthy, 41-minute video addressing the dramatic mid-tour exit of guitarist Keith Merrow, bassist Brett Leier, and drummer Andy Vincenzetti, all three of whom joined the band earlier this year. The trio quit during the group’s first-ever North American headlining tour, abandoning Rasmussen, his girlfriend Maggie, and their dog at a gas station in Vermont, according to some reports, which stated it was upstate New York.
The now-former members have accused Rasmussen of repeated verbal outbursts. Rasmussen, in turn, alleged that the band had been sleep-deprived and “partaking in nose beers,” describing a heated argument, a physical scuffle, and claims that Merrow shoved Maggie while trying to pull him from the RV. He also stated the group involved a state trooper, removed him from the vehicle, and left the three of them with no money and a U-Haul truck’s worth of gear in a rural area.
Rasmussen said he has “anger issues” and attends weekly therapy, but disputes Merrow’s version of events, claiming the members were escalating tensions and spreading misinformation within the band’s circle. Rasmussen added that he, Maggie, and their dog were stranded without transportation, prompting him to launch a GoFundMe initially set at $9k, now increased to $16k. At the time of this writing, the fundraiser has exceeded $10k. He says the funds will cover a vehicle, lodging, food, and the long trip back to Oregon.
In his GoFundMe description, Rasmussen wrote:
“My name is Kyle, and I’m reaching out for help after an unexpected and difficult turn of events. While on tour with a band, my girlfriend Maggie, our dog Ghost, and I were left stranded at a remote gas station in upstate New York. After a disagreement with a band member, we suddenly found ourselves as far from home as we could possibly be, with very little money and no way to feed ourselves or secure transportation to get back to Portland, Oregon.
Since being left behind, we’ve relied on the kindness of strangers just to get by. The last 24 hours have been a struggle, trying to keep Maggie and Ghost safe and healthy while figuring out how to make it home. The uncertainty and stress have been overwhelming, but I’m determined to do whatever it takes to get us back to safety.
The funds raised will go directly toward securing a vehicle—either a rental or an affordable used car—along with gas, food, and lodging for the long journey home. I wouldn’t ask for myself, but I need to keep Maggie and Ghost safe. Any support, no matter how small, would mean the world to us right now. Thank you for reading our story and for considering helping us get home.”
Meanwhile, while traveling west on their way home, Keith Merrow shared additional Instagram Stories indicating that former bassist Brett Leier and drummer Andy Vincenzetti are currently with him, and that the three plan to form a new band together. In a series of continued Story updates, Merrow added the following:
“EVERYONE WHO’S READING THIS–
ME, BRETT, AND ANDY LEFT VITRIOL BECAUSE KYLE SUCKS.
THAT’S IT.
IT DOESN’T REQUIRE AN ABSOLUTELY PSYCHOTIC 2 PART VIDEO SERIES TO EXPLAIN.
HE IRRATIONALLY SCREAMED AT THE WHOLE CREW AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS ON MULTIPLE OCCASIONS
WE SIMPLY WON’T TOLERATE IT, JUST LIKE ALL THE OTHER 19 PEOPLE WHO LEFT THIS FAILED BAND.
WHAT MORE NEEDS TO BE SAID? IT’S THE SAME SHIT AS EVERY OTHER VICTIM OF HIS ABUSE”
Merrow later stated:
“I’VE RECEIVED SO MANY MESSAGES IN THE PAST 24 HOURS FROM YOU GUYS. WE REALLY APPRECIATE YOUR KIND WORDS.
THE SILVER LINING IN THIS SITUATION IS THAT I MET BRETT AND ANDY. WE’RE CONTINUING TOGETHER AS A BAND UNDER A DIFFERENT NAME BECAUSE WE LOVE EACH OTHER.
THE AMAZING BAMBINO CREW WILL BE JOINING US AS SOUND ENGINEERS.
@LEIERBRETT
@ANDYVINCENTDRUMS
@THESOLOMONMATTHEW
@GINOBAMBINOAMG”
He later wrapped up with a joke:
“HEY GUYS, WE DON’T HAVE MONEY TO GET HOME EITHER SO I’M GONNA START AN ONLYFANS WITH THESE COWS IN WYOMING.
IT’S MORE HONEST THAN MANIPULATING PEOPLE INTO THINKING I’M A VICTIM BY SMEARING PEOPLE’S NAMES WITH MALICIOUS INTENT”
Vitriol previously experienced a mid-tour exit in 2024 when bassist/vocalist Adam Roethlisberger quit. Rasmussen says the future of Vitriol is now uncertain, and he plans to step back to assess what’s next.
Check out the complete transcription, transcribed by our friends at Lambgoat, and watch the video below:
“Hello. Here I am. I’m going to get straight into the current events because I know that’s what everyone is wondering about. But I wanted to make this video about more than just this current instance and the circumstances, and about the foundational issues that keep leading to the volatility of this band. I’m going to do my best to take as much accountability as I can without robbing others of theirs. I’m also going to be. This video is going to be very free-form, and obviously, this is a complicated time for me. This is not going to be the most fluid you’ve ever heard me speak, so bear with me. I’m also going to be as honest as I can. I know that for me, that’s typically a red flag when someone says that, but I’m mentioning that because a big reason why I’ve never come out and said anything in the past about any of the other members, well, frankly, there are a lot of reasons that I don’t think that’s a valuable use of my time. But some people were hurt in this situation who are not me, people whom I care very much about.
I wanted to give some time before I made any statement. I was conflicted. I owed it to the fans to let them know as soon as possible that the tour was discontinuing. But it was important to me to see how Keith, Brett, and Andy decided to handle this the following day. Unfortunately, they chose to double down and are sharing information with people I care about that simply isn’t true. Some of it’s an exaggeration, some of it’s outright fallacious. Anyway, so first piece of honesty. I’m a shameful guy, so I have no issue telling you that I like to indulge in responsibility. About once or twice a tour, I can’t use the real word because it’ll probably get censored somehow, the flag. But I like to indulge in nosebeers. It doesn’t take much imagination to know what I’m talking about. So we played our show in New York, and I managed to get some nose beers, and we all indulged. After about a day, of course, if anyone has participated, they know it’s very easy to lose track of time. After enjoying it for a while, we realized we didn’t have much time to rest before the show.
Basically, long story short, for about 30 hours, these men were heavily intoxicated. I was for a long time. And then after our New York show, I was convinced that I needed to. My patience was enough. I went to bed. They very lightly Asked me to participate. I chose not to. I decided to sleep instead. I wake up to the sound of everyone in the RV. I am cleaning and talking. If anyone has been in that environment, people who are on that chemical, you know how manic that could be. I hear them in that almost paranoid state. We’re about to cross the Canadian border, and they are worried about, of course, what’s in the RV. We have had weed in the RV, and they’re like, Oh, my God, we’re going to have to throw this out. We’re going to have to throw that out. I was like, Guys, can we just chill the fuck out? As a guy who’s been over the Canadian border 100 times, they’re not looking through the cabinets for a valid pen. I was offering, and Keith got a little defensive and asked me not to judge them. I said, I’m not judging you.
I’m trying to offer my perspective to help you guys feel a little less concerned. At that point, Keith came into the bedroom, the curtain of my little. In the back of the RV, there’s a private bedroom where I was resting after that very long night. He comes in and he’s He’s standing over me. What’s going on is he’s very intoxicated, and he thought I was belittling him or trying to make him feel small or cowardly, which is not my intention. He comes in the room, he’s just in his big, tall way, looking down at me. I was like, Bro, now is not the time, dude. Can we? This is crazy. We need to get some sleep. I’m not having this conversation right now. So he leaves, and he comes back again. I said, Keith, you really got to get out of my space. Now, let me give you a little backstory. Keith, this is a little first glimpse into my accountability. Shaker, the guy who dedicated his life to a band called Vitriol, has anger problems. That’s why I started the band: for some catharsis, to engage that part of myself, feel less alone, and connect that darkness with other people who are wrestling with it.
I’ve done everything I can to be as open and honest as I can in preparing people for these slip-ups. That doesn’t mean I’m not responsible for the consequences of those slip-ups. It’s still me. But it’s just the way growth works. Anyway, he knows this about me, and in this moment, I believe he is trying to leverage that weakness of mine to endanger the morale or the health of the environment. That’s when I got very upset, screamed, and said, “How dare you?” How fucking dare you try to ruin this by goading me, by egging me on to do something that you’ve seen me do? It was heartbreaking. And part of me knew that it was the chemicals talking. Anyway, I called him a fuck. I said, You fuck. How dare you get the fuck out of here? I didn’t threaten him physically. I didn’t touch him. He leaves. I try to go back to sleep. At this stage, I don’t think the situation is that dire. Obviously, she got uncomfortable and stressed, and I blew a lid. I’m sorry. This actually deserves more. It’s a back story, too.
For those times that we were indulging, we were intoxicated, everyone was doing what they do on that, and spilling their guts. We’re all talking about the stuff that’s hard to talk about, talking about our childhood, talking about our trauma. All that stuff was right here, super raw. My anger, unfortunately, really catalyzed something in what Keith had surfaced for himself in his past. I’m not saying that as an assumption. This is something he told me and told Maggie at the time. Allegedly, they wanted to have a conversation. I was not aware of that. Nobody told me they wanted me to leave the RV and have a conversation with them, though I don’t think that would have been very productive. They weren’t being very reasonable. I think there’s evidence for that as the story continues. I wake up, and now Maggie is coming into the RV, telling me that everyone is packing their things. I didn’t understand what was going on. I didn’t even understand what she really meant. I get up, sit in the passenger seat, light up a cigarette, and see the guys walk over to the driver’s side.
They open the door, and Brett shouts, You can’t talk to us like that. I said, Talk to you guys like that? I yelled at Keith. I was like, What about the physical invasion and the disrespect when I asked him to leave the space while he was being hostile? Like, is that not in any way? Whatever. That’s when Keith went full. That’s when the situation went nuclear. He started using some very colorful language, and he told me to get out of the fucking RV and that he was going to stab me in the fucking neck. When I didn’t get out of the RV, he pushed my girlfriend to the side, Maggie, who has come here, who has left her life to help support this band and them, who cooked for them, who woke them up, who never did anything but show them kindness, Compassion, and nurturing. He pushed her out of the way to grab me by the jacket and try to pull me out of the vehicle. I said no. He said, I fucking paid for this RV, which he didn’t. Her management paid for the RV.
What he meant by that is that Keith spent far too much money on toys because he thought he was going to come into this band, put in a bunch of money, and we’d be big old rock stars, and he could live his dream. That’s just not how the world works. I’ve been doing this for a long time. I haven’t been on YouTube. I’ve been in a van. I know how this works. What happened was that when that didn’t work out, and shit got scary financially, he had to blame it on something, and it couldn’t be himself. For the record, there wasn’t a single time in Keith’s participation in this band when I asked him to spend any money. He spent a fuckload of money, but that’s because he wanted to. I told him three times, Bro, we’ve got enough. This is the premium experience. We’re good. Then he would pick something up, tell me how cool it was, and how it was going to pay for itself. He tells me that he paid for the fucking RV and that I took advantage of him. Keep in mind that the band’s morale was fully intact.
We’re talking about taking this all the way to the top, that we’re a family, that we’re blah, blah, blah, literally 24 hours before this happened. From the outside, if I saw this, I would assume it was just a pressure cooker of animosity that exploded into this extreme. It was an extreme action. It was a drugged-out temper tantrum. That’s the truth. Was I the catalyst for it? Was it my rage? Was the intensity of my rage the match? Of course. And that’s on me. But I’ve been doing this for a long time. I’ve been belittled on tour. I’ve been yelled at. I’ve had shit thrown at me. I’ve had people swing on me. I’ve had people name-call me. I don’t even name-call. I am brutal with what I think is the truth. It’s not always. It’s rarely the right thing to do. But the behavior that followed freed me from any sense of loss, allowing me to get back to the story. Once, I wasn’t pulled from the RV, and the door was closed. I sat there, heartbroken, because I saw in Keith’s eyes a very wounded child. I don’t mean that in a belittling way.
We all have a wounded child in us. That was my wounded child talking when I came at him that hour. It broke my heart. I knew that he didn’t want to stab me in the neck. I knew he wanted to stab his past in the neck. In that moment, I was the face of the terror of his past. I think in that state, he saw that as an opportunity to take power from a life that always tried to take it from him. In that moment, I was a symbol of that, as to how the other guys got so wrapped up in that when I didn’t treat any of them. Like, literally, Brett, two days before this happened, told me that he loves being in this band, that this is the best tour that he’s ever done because it’s the first time he hasn’t felt anxious on tour. We did everything we could to roll out the red carpet. We paid for his work fee, I said, to get over here. We hooked him up with gear. Keith got him bases, and I didn’t even yell at him. It’s beyond me. Anyway, so I’m sitting there trying to find my way to empathy to neutralize the situation.
I told Maggie, I’m going to take a chance. I’m going to go out there and I’m going to hug Keith and I’m going to tell him I love him. If he swings on me, he swings on me. I get out of the RV, and I go to follow Keith. He is actively walking toward a state trooper. High on cocaine, high on nose beers. I mean, first of all, if you need some context outside of a he-said, she-said to determine who is more reasonable in the situation, these men decided to involve the police in a personal, non-violent matter. It could have become violent with Keith’s threat. But while they were high on, damn it. While they were high on nosebears, right on the Canadian border, are these men thinking straight? My sister asked me, she’s like, Why did you let them leave you there? It’s your band. Why didn’t you take the RP? Well, there are two reasons. I didn’t have the keys, and I wasn’t about to try to take on Keith, Andy, and Brett to get the keys back. I mean, that just would have resulted in me getting the shit kicked out of me.
I would be fine getting the shit kicked out of me if it meant I got the keys in the end, but I have a feeling that would have been a lose-lose situation. The second reason is that it got so crazy by that point. I was so at a loss with the scope of what was happening that I just decided that the best move was just to remove myself from the situation. I said, “Maggie, we’ve got to get everything we absolutely need to get by, and we just need to get out of here.” She was terrified. What are we going to do? Where are we going to go? We’re in the middle of nowhere. Also, if you want more evidence of how intoxicated these men were, they told everyone that we were in Vermont. We were not in Vermont. We were in New York. I know because I’m here now. I’m getting a little… A lot is going on through my mind right now, of course. I’m worried about myself. I’m concerned about the loved ones who are here with me. I’m worried about letting the fans down. Okay, so we pack up our stuff. I get out of the RV.
I’m the state trooper standing there. Hey, what’s going on? I said, I’m getting out of here. He said, Oh, so you’re willing to leave the RV? I said, Absolutely. I was packing up my stuff. I’m out of here. He turned to the guy and said, It seems like they’re willing to leave. I was standing there, and even though I knew the answer, I felt like I owed it to everything to ask. I said, Are you I was 100% sure this is what you want to do. They said, Yes. I said, Is there anything we can do? Can I rent a car and follow the RV? It’s not just us guys. This is more evidence that it’s tough to get people who have not participated in this for a long time, the touring industry, to understand how many people are affected when a tour falls apart, especially in the middle of a tour. They wanted to take everything from me, and they took nothing from me and so much from everyone around me. I have my work, I have the two loves of my life here, and I have my integrity. I’m not pretending that I’m not devastated about not being able to get up on stage and play tonight.
This is… Doing this, it’s so much more than a band to me. It’s like a joke that it’s banned. The things that I talk about with this band and the interactions I have with fans who feel what I say and can see the life-affirming beauty in what I say, that gives me everything. Now I can’t bring that to them anymore. I’ve lost That connection, that spiritual camaraderie that is everything to me that you guys give me. That’s why I do this for 17 years, and I’m fucking broke. And that’s not to ask for pity. I’ve never talked about that. Most people think I’m loaded. I’m just irresponsible. Of course, I’m heartbroken about that. But you can’t lose something you never had. And this band, there’s no place for people who may weigh the pros and cons of that situation and end up with the conclusion they do. I pleaded with them, Can we please do it for the people outside of this? Anyone who’s been doing this long enough knows that lots of people do that. To do the job, a lot of people, if they have a falling out, they’ll do what they need to do.
They won’t even talk for the whole fucking rest of the tour. But they owe stuff to people who are not them. There have been so many times on tour when my smaller, selfish self just wanted to go home. Anyway, you didn’t ultimately take anything from me. But you did take things from our Friends in Weeping. You did take things from every supporting regional band that was excited to open these shows. You took things from the fans who were excited to see us. You took things from our wonderful PR person, who spent her time and hard work helping us wrap up a late promotion for this tour. You took something from our management. You took something from our booking. You took something from every venue that was counting on us playing that night, so they could run their business and make money. That’s what you took. In all this chaos, Keith decided to twist the knife further by unloading all my equipment in the middle of nowhere. This is the middle of nowhere: almost no cell reception, no Uber, no Lyft, no food. We’ve made it over the last 20 hours thanks to the sheer goodwill of others.
Unfortunately, those who witnessed the event showed great Compassion. The police officer who was present stayed for a long time to ensure we had a way out. He took us to a hotel. The man who owns the closed ice cream shop that we were left in front of was kind enough to let us put all the merchandise, my guitars, and Maggie’s luggage in the closed ice cream shop. We had to call… Anyway, I’m not going to do that. I’m not going to go… Let me say, they didn’t just put me in the situation. They put a loving, caring woman who was looking for a new purpose and a new way to thrive. You took her, and you left her alone in the snow with no reason to believe that we’d be able to find our way out of that situation. You did that to a dog. A dog that you are now coming out and telling people that I don’t take care of, that I don’t take care of myself. My sister was so concerned. She called Keith, and he explained to her that I don’t take care of myself. I don’t shower.
I don’t brush my teeth. I mean, I’m on tour. I haven’t showered. Not great. I’m not stoked about it. But if I didn’t take care of myself, would I have taken three showers when I got to the hotel yesterday? And Keith took one. He’s telling my sister that I don’t brush my teeth. If I don’t fuck with my teeth, why are you getting on me all the time about my floss pics sitting all over the fucking RV? And not only did he make my girlfriend feel rejected, lost, and scared, but now he’s trying to tell people I don’t take care of my dog.
I don’t take care of Ghost. I don’t feed him. I don’t give him water. Ghosty, come here, baby. Come here. Who are you, baby? Who is he? Does this look like a boy who hasn’t been taken care of? Does this look like a baby boy who doesn’t eat? Does this look like a baby boy who doesn’t get his brecky or his den den? He eats at least twice a day, every day. We had wet, canned food and dry food in stock at all times. Last night, when we had to call a pizza place to get food delivered, we actually went out of our way to ask if we could pay them extra to stop by a grocery store and pick up canned dog food.
Ghost could eat last night. What a tremendous, cruel irony that these people are trying to sell a story to bolster their credibility that I’m not taking care of myself or those around me. That is just such a tremendously petty and low thing to do. My only assumption is that they’re taking it this far because, either subconsciously or consciously, they know what they did: they left an innocent woman and a dog, and the guy who invited them on this adventure in the snow, because I yelled at him and reminded him of his past non-violent threat. I was just too mean. I don’t know, man. You can choose. I’m not here to coerce anyone or tell them to. At the end of the day, this is a he-said-she-said. But when I look at this stuff, and it’s important to me in a situation to conclude, usually when it matters to people I don’t know, or I’m not involved with, I don’t really give a shit. But what I do is I look at the events surrounding the story. And the event is that they robbed everyone of that tour because I hurt their feelings.
They couldn’t even just quit when it was done. What does that mean for Vitrea? Well, needless to say, the anger stuff is a big problem. I never thought this could happen to this group of dudes, especially this quickly. Obviously, I think if there weren’t the chemical element, the sleep deprivation, the severe therapy session for men who do not believe in therapy, if you want to talk about psychological well-being. I am very well-medicated, and I see my therapist every single week, even on tour. I’ll pull over at a gas station to speak with my therapist so I can keep myself in sight. These are men who have never talked to anyone about their emotions in their entire lives. They vomited up after being intoxicated because that’s what those things do. They were just too lost in their own relived trauma to see the situation with clarity. I imagine they’re coming down from that chemical perspective, and if they want to continue a career in this, there’s a slight panic on their part. I feel like they must feel a responsibility to make their actions sound as reasonable as possible by inflating the offenses of my actions.
But you’ll notice all the information they omitted. They didn’t mention that they left a foreign woman who’s not even a citizen of this country alone in a place she’s never been, one she doesn’t know how to navigate. That’s what you did. To spite a guy who hurt your feelings. You said it yourself, Keith. You said, We gave him everything, which you didn’t. You didn’t give me shit. You gave yourself. You invested in yourself, in your own dream. I made the sacrifices throughout my life. I didn’t play it safe. I wasn’t a fucking shill. And you’re going to try to tag a trailer, not literally, but figuratively, to my sacrifices, funnel a bunch of money in so you can ensure that you can play RockstarRockstar. And reality didn’t give Keith the validation he needed, so he had to punish someone. And he punished everyone except for me. I can’t feel lost regarding people, that character. I’ve never kicked someone out of this band. I have never left someone behind. I have never… I got into a physical fight a couple of years ago with a guy who was on tour with us. Not proud of it.
As I said, my anger is a problem, but he used some powerful, disrespectful language to me when I didn’t. Well, I wasn’t participating in that back-and-forth. I hate to be that guy, but I come from there. But if you say certain things, there is no discussion to be had, and at some point, it’s just hostility. My lifestyle has taught me a way to respond to hostility. It’s not always the best way. Anyway, even in that situation, I didn’t leave them. We finished the tour. It’s not impossible to let two things be true. You can hate me, but still feel like you owe things to other people. That’s what being an adult is. Anyway, here I am in New York, trying to figure out how to get home. Charity is never, ever something I like to solicit. This band has been in financial crisis since its inception. The only time I was out was when our bus failed. But I am emboldened to solicit because it’s not just me out here. It’s the two loves in my life. It is so important to me that they feel safe and are safe. What I’m going to do since, again, what a tyrant, right?
I gave Keith all the control over the money. People will have preconceived notions about a band with a guy in it. I’ve always had this policy, this extension of trust to diffuse any potential paranoia, where I always have the most trusted person in the band, who’s not me, handle the money. I decided that was Keith. So, needless to say, we have almost a U-Haul truck’s worth of shit that he could have just left in the RV and even dropped off there. Take the RV back and leave it in there. I’ll go to the RV place and pick it up myself. No, he couldn’t do that because he had to make it as hard as he possibly could. So we have a U-Haul truck full of shit out here in the middle of nowhere in New York that’s hanging out of a closed ice cream shop. We are trying to rent a car today. We can’t rent a car because neither of us has a credit card. We really don’t know what to do. We could take a train, but again, all my shit’s here, my guitar, my abhorrent, my insane power board.
Ghost, it’s okay, Buffy. It’s all here. Anyway, this is almost 40 fucking minutes. I’m sure there’s a ton of stuff I didn’t even cover. Even after all of this, I’m doing Keith a favor, not really, ultimately, out of respect for his family. I love his family. I’m not going to share information that I think could really tank his fucking career. I’ll leave it at that. Let me leave it at that. I’m going to take the high road here. That’s where we’re at, man. What does this mean for Vitriol? The most important thing in my life is this message that I’m communicating with Vitriol, and I’m always going to find a way to do that. I’ve always been a fighter. I’ve always said, I’m just going to keep going until I find the right guys. At this point, I never anticipated something disastrous, this catastrophic, losing all three members at the same time is very difficult to bounce back from. I don’t know what’s happening, but I assume Vetril will take a nice break for the foreseeable future until I figure out the next move.
For a number of reasons, I think even if I find guys who are willing to try this after 15 bodies, that seems pretty far-fetched. Even if I do cobble the guys together, is the industry really interested in Vitriol anymore at this point? I think it would take a while to regain the industry’s trust. But I want you to know that I have my absolute word that I did everything I possibly could to salvage this tour for you guys. I just couldn’t. You can’t reason with the unreasonable. I’m going to set up a GoFundMe to try to help us get out of here. We don’t have any money. As I said, Keith had the money. He didn’t even toss us 50 bucks at the gas station. He wanted us to freeze and die out there. He also had the audacity. When Maggie was packing up her shit and crying, he looked at her, and he said, You’re a good girl, Maggie. Be careful, as in with me. He wasn’t the guy who physically assaulted my girlfriend to get to me, to pull me out of the RV so he could, quote, stab me in the neck.
All right, guys. I’m not asking for sympathy. Suppose you want to be a team vitriol alum, fine. Kyle’s a giant asshole. It’s not untrue. I am a giant asshole, but I’m not a giant asshole in the way that people assume. I don’t just belittle people for the sake of it. I can be very explosive when I feel like someone is not being straightforward with me, that I’m being manipulated or misled. When that happens, we’re deeply disrespected. Like when I ask someone who refers to me as a brother to give me some space because now is not the time, and that’s not respected, that’s when I turn into a giant asshole. So multiple things can be true at the same time. I can be a giant asshole, and they can be small. So save us from the actions of smallness or do not. That is okay. For now, once we find a way back, I’m going to enjoy a nice little family field trip, road trip, back home to Portland with my loved ones, with my dignity and my integrity intact and my love for this game intact, knowing I did everything that I could to make this work.
I don’t need to defend how much this means to me and how much sacrifice I’ve made. It’s in the past. It’s in the receipts. It’s in every action, how I responded to every member leaving. Did I ever get on and talk shit about any of these guys? And I’m still not going to. And I could say things. Anyway, this is long enough. We’re going to keep planning. I’m very sorry, guys. I’m really, really sorry that this didn’t work out. Until next time.”
