Threats, hyperbole and Hunter S Thompson

I recently sent a drunken e-mail to Alan Corkish, in his capacity as a founder of Erbacce Press: 

"Subject: I typed it carefully to avoid errors
Message: I don't get it - "innocent and quirky little girls and passionate but premature little boys - these are the lot being published" - (Craig Guthrie, The Mushroom Papers)
"Not a Book, a Penny or a Promise." I have written more and better, and still I have nothing in print, a handful of people reading my stuff, and a big fucking Chef's knife in my hand every day. http://guthrielinks.blogspot.co.uk/ "

I had forgotten about it as soon as I sent it and therefore, was surprised to receive this reply, the next day: 

"What is it you are trying to say?..."

I replied immediately, thus:

"I apologise Alan, I am working long and arduous hours at the moment and suddenly became very frustrated and drunk the other evening. Occasionally my attempts at hyperbole are, at best, misplaced and ill-thought-out.

Again, I apologise profusely.

 Best regards, Craig."

As soon as I read the return e-mail, I was worried. But as soon as I'd sent my reply, I was even more worried - "a big fucking Chef's knife in my hand everyday" - could this be taken as a threat - would the uniforms be knocking on my door soon enough... ...separating me from my real life?

Should I prepare for it?

Threats?

No.

Facts.

Facts.

I do have a big knife in my hand 6 days out of seven and I might well be tired and irritable...

but I am still passive me...

...still trying to state some obscure facts for reasons which aren't quite clear to myself.

Come and see me face to face I think -  because it comes off better - you know - face to face - at the back door of a busy kitchen.

I think of Hunter S Thompson's only really good advice - "Never apologize, Never explain" and the differences between his work and mine.

Although Thompson too, used a ruthless style to illustrate the absurdity of life, frustration, astonishment and so on - and hyperbole to accentuate his own obscure truths - he was primarily a journalist. He used the real names of real people.

He wrote what he was compelled to write - about who he wanted to write about.

And then I thought of my clan motto not so far removed from the American: "Sto Pro Veritatae - I stand for truth" - might or shite, I'm still not sure.

Maybe I should start using real names.

Of real people.

And tell it how it really is - until I'm sued or shot, or stabbed, or something equally as bad...