It's true that everyone has a right to their own opinion. However, people get confused and think that the rest of the world gives a damn and wants to hear (or read) about them. I'm going through my hate mails and reading smack-talking on various forums. These losers actually take the time to create threads and make up BS stories about my life that aren't even true. That's sad. Everybody's a funny-ass comedian when tucked behind a keyboard typing to a herd of cyber nerds that have only seen naked girls on their high-resolution monitors.
I've brushed it off, though years worth of crap wears a person down. I can only take so much abuse. Pro athletes deal with this, the media and fans talking about how so-and-so is selfish and is bringing the team down. But they make multi-millions to put up with it, I make multi-hundreds. I don't have the luxury of driving my Bentley to my mansion to hide from it all. I get to drive my wagon in traffic to get to the office two hours later just to read more hate.
If you hate Super Street, don't read it. If you hate Super Street because of me, then start celebrating, bitches, cuz I quit. You read right, I'm tapping out. Now you can write to Nadsy and the fellas about how they're wack and how their cars suck and how your POS is so much better because you built it with parts from Home Depot. I'm going to go grab some carne asada tacos, chill on my balcony and play Mario Kart on my Nintendo DS Lite (Friend Code: 352264 586038). Enjoy your Rikdaddy-less Super Street, suckas. Anyone who isn't happy with this, blame the haters. Lates!