Gunbot wrote:annpea wrote:Arianddu wrote:annpea wrote:Jeremey wrote:He knows he's talking about Soul Sirkus, Perry knows everything. He even knew who the lead singer was the week Jeff was fired and he was spotted in Myrtle Beach discussing it.
I agree, I have along believed that Perry knows exactly what's going on with Journey; I still say like I have before; " I believe they are still good friends(ALL of them) and that Neal, Jon and the others are very protective of Perry, and this we hate each other act is just that an act to ensure Perry's privacy. Neal may be a lot of things,but one thing he is to me (IMO) is a very good friend to Perry and part of being that good friend is being the fall guy in this messy game of cat and mouse that is being played in order to keep the wall of privacy up to protect his friend; I feel that Neal would do anything for his friend and vice versa, his friend would do anything for him; including ( JMO) helping him restart Journey (TBF) even though they all knew that Steve could/ would not be able to tour again with them; Thus making him the sixth member off the record;and privy to whatever is going on (IMO)
I can't make up my mind if you are joking or nuts!
Unless, you know, them personally and can state for a fact that my opinion couldn't be a possibility ( because in this world anything can be possible) then I wouldn't be so quick to be rude to another (until now)
My opinions couldn't be anymore of a joke or nuts as any of the crap you post, miss posting my breast for the whole world to see, did that turn you on? 
I didn't see anything mean spirited in her reply but I take it something about it hit you right between the eyes. Relax, why take it personal? Go grab a Guinness, it will be good for you.
That's a good idea, GB but I don't drink or do drugs; I work with people almost everyday who truly have psychological ailments. 40 + hours a week I deal with people screaming and crying, walking and pacing looking for their dead children ,mothers ,fathers, sisters and brothers or they have to go roundup the damn wayward horses at two AM in the morning, in a nightgown and no shoes kicking, biting and hitting staff members, all while I'm trying to inject them with a sedative or push a pill down their throat to calm them down, enough for them to at the most sleep for maybe all of one fucking hour, before they bounce back up and start all over again; so no! nuts is not a word I want to hear, read or see today, maybe another day but surely not this day! thank, you doctor GB I feel much better.
Dancing between the raindrops.
