Well, I got a death threat today. That doesn't happen every day. I can't even remember the last time I got a death threat. It's been ages.
Here's the story.
The guy said he was one of the Whites, but he was pretty upset and sort of talked in a jumble. I couldn't make heads or tails (He was calling long distance) other than he first wanted to sue me for slander then shoot me with a 12 gauge shotgun and bury me out front of the building. He may have only wanted to shoot me out front of the building then bury me somewhere else. He conferenced in someone else and it got really confusing.
Not too surprising, they disagreed with some of the content, even after I read to him a news story from 2002 validating some of the information (well, part of a news story. He didn't let me finish). It was all lies, apparently.
I told them this was fun, but I needed to go get a burrito.
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Jesus Christ. I didn't see anything in your article that warranted a death threat. I mean, hell, do the Whites think they're the only family in the Appalachian Region that gets rowdy on the weekends and takes things overboard from time to time?
I don't see any shame in it, really- it's just part of life where we live. I don't know why anyone would want to burn down a funeral home, but then again I could easily see someone doing that in New Matamoras, Ohio.
I didn't see what the problem was either. I just wonder if the filmmaker is also getting death threats.
Yes she is. But at least Mamie's calmed from killing me to suing me. And she knows I don't have anything to take.
But, Bill, just a warning that there may be more tomorrow. I've tried to smooth things over but haven't been particularly successful.
Two words: witness protection.
I think, officially, this was my first death threat. I tried to remember the last time I was threatened over something, but couldn't come up with anything.
Weird, huh?
Writing for a living sure is exciting.
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