All my fucking life, I tried to live in freedom and anarchy. I was a lonely
man without any goals and dreams. But on a Friday night when I came out of
jail, I was meeting 4 ugly guys in a dirty bar in Halifax. I was ordering some
beer when one of these guys asked me for some cigarettes. Because of his
face, I knocked him down and kicked him several times. I think it was Timothy,
who jumped on me and hammered a guitar case on my forehead. A pretty bad bar
fight started after this attack on me. K-Jak had to stay for in the local
hospital for 4 days while I had to go back to jail. 2 weeks later, I was meeting
them again in this bar. I wanted to slash them, but Timothy asked me to shut
the f*** up. He asked me to be their manager. Yeah. Since this day, K-Jak and
me are very close friends. We respect each other. I respect their music and
they respect my illegal deals (which help the band to become rich and famous).
K-Jak is very important in my life. All these rebels understand my way of
living and I understand them. We are a gang on our way to conquer the world. We
give a damn if you like us, but we want your money. BUY US.
I'm depressed about being in jail for the 23rd time in my life. All
these cops hate me and I know that there is no equality in this world. I will
stand up for the K-Jak movement and I know that these guys are fantastic.
Their bombastic mix between Death Metal, Old School New York Downtown Rap, Funk,
Punk, Folk, Latin, early 90s Techno, West-Indian Tribal music, gangsta
motherf***rap and Disco s*** makes them to the biggest heroes after Gerry Fiander.
I have tears in my eyes when I think about leaving the band management. But
I'm looking forward to have violent jail fights and some bloody noses.
If there is any chances to break some bones: Mother of god, I will be doing
that!
If you want to contact me while I'm sitting in jail, just contact the
jail in Cologne, Germany. I have to go back to Germany, because I lost my
visa in Canada. Even the FBI was looking for me.
I hope that all of you, and when I write all, I mean all, have
a great life without any police clashes, riots with beavers (I just wanted
to mention that I dislike Cleaver) and experiences with drunken monks. Live in
peace, have 20 kids and buy some K-Jak stuff.
God bless the K-Jak world.
Yours, Marc Foxtail
Ps:
If you need any help with the Mafia, just contact me. I'm a hardworking
person. Trust me.
