Did I go too far?

As some of you know, I have been attempting for some time now to get his eminence Chris Wilson, of Wilson/Powerlines Productions, to join me over brunch, where we would get to discuss the issues of the day over slow food and mimosas (OK, he gets to have the mimosas.  I would have a lemonade).

Regrettably, my attempts have been for naught. The most recent, rebuffed with utter silence, involved the hand-delivery of this invitation to a Powerlines representative who was holding court over a few DVDs of Down the Line at the final Sunday Surf Benefit:

Chris: you don't call, you don't write, and now you've blocked me on Twitter.  How am I supposed to find out about the latest rap videos if you're not promoting them in my timeline?

It didn't have to be like this, you know.  I'm not that scary a guy, although I'm evidently creepy enough to be denied the street knowledge you regularly drop onto a popular microblogging service.  I never went into this whole brunch thing intending to be a dick, but I must admit that I do find it kind of interesting that a guy who stalked me on Facebook and the Ocean Beach comment box on PWR would shy away from any sort of personal contact where we might have finally buried the hatchet, so to speak.

You and I come from different worlds, Chris.  I'm from a rich Jewish suburb of Chicago.  You're from Pacific Heights, which to the best of my knowledge is a bit WASPier.  It's also located inside a city, which proffers a sort of street cred I'm afraid I'll never be able to own.  I'm sure, though, that we could have found some sort of common ground if you would have just given me the chance.  This cold shoulder technique of yours is harsh!  Granted, I guess you do have an image to maintain.

I'm going to leave you alone from now on.  The message you have sent is loud and clear, if only in the absence of an actual message ("no" would have sufficed).  But let the record state: for all your vague (and sometimes not so vague) threats of violence to myself or my friends, all I ever offered in return was to feed you. And I never blocked you on Twitter.

Comments

[Alex]

Chris Wilson is a fat piece of shit. Full of hatred and anger, the epitome of ignorance not being bliss. You're lucky you didn't have lunch with that tubby waste of space. Everyone in the surf industry loathes him, including his Powerlines Productions co-horts, who try to keep their distance from him on the reg. Your IQ would have dropped if you had been in his actual presence. Consider yourself fortunate for not meeting a vile human being.