old school likes to talk shit on me.. granted.. he crossed the line ( see bbq comments for proof) but hes tried to bring other people into his hatred.. one time he focused some hate on ryan fudger.. heres what mr fudger had to say.
Ryan Fudger’s Review of Jason Ryan’s Existence
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[To Old School] I actually had idea that I wouldn’t have to type up some long-winded reply to this since when it originally appeared on your site right before Interbike. I figured you’d be there, I could ask you for some coke, and we could settle it face to face. Nope. Then I thought about replying, but I quickly remembered that I wasn’t honest enough with myself to care about bagging on a “former friend,” so I let it be. I figured I’d run into you eventually and it’d be all tense and you’d probably try to fight me like you did with EVT. Nope…not even an appearance at Fort! So then this shit with KC comes up and I realize that you’re a trite child—I’d call you washed up, but you’d have to actually make something of yourself at some point—who gets their kicks trying to get in schoolyard tussles and posting anonymously on web sites.
I never really did have a problem with you; I sensed tension through my association with, yes, KC Badger, but mostly through your words about my good friend, Ryan Sher. Remember that one Fort contest report? Or that time you tried to fight him in the parking lot because you had to resort to acting a fool? That’s one of my best friends, who I lived with for many years, so I chose to not exactly be cordial with you. And you obviously felt the same way, until you had your new video and acted all buddy-buddy in order to get something out of me. You know, since we were “friends” who just so happened to not talk in the last two years, but it’s all good now that you want me to review your video, right? So anyway, my retort to this way-off-base rant of yours:
I never stayed at the “original Dirt Bro’s house in Tucson.” I don’t know what that is, or who lived there. The couple of times I stayed in Tucson, I was with Dave White and stayed with the owner of Celestial Skatepark—I think his name was Ross. And while you and I may have been cool to one another and exchanged web links, it never really made us “friends.” I don’t know about you, but a little banter here and there over the course of months doesn’t really get you invited to my wedding, you know?
You did give a copy of The Carnie and Trailer Trash show to Gary, which also not happened to work in our VCR for some reason…and besides the horrible review that Joey Cobbs wrote in Ride and the laughable response I heard from everyone else, I never saw anything past the titties flying upside down in the preview. And, I don’t remember ever giving you any feedback. Maybe it was one of those, “Yeah man, it was way cool” type things to appease the little kid inside of you that needs to lash out, but I honestly don’t remember. Either way, it’s a moot point, since liking CATT has no bearing on how shitty Impetus was.
Heaven forbid I actually go back and watch the Impetus of Cletus for a third time, but I know a majority of my review was focused on Josh Small’s section. You, being a pillar of the Arizona community, the head of the 3BC, and all around good person, should realize how a part like that can reflect on BMX as a whole. I’m sorry, but BMX has moved past grabbing your junk and shaking hands with security guards. The rest of the video could have been gold and Josh’s lack of skill on a bike and morals as a human being would still have been the focus of my review. The Impetus of Gay? Sweet dude. Yeah, I laughed hysterically at the lake jumping stuff, but I saw that shit the month before when you sold it to Maximum Exposure or whatever that shit is on Spike. Besides, it gets a little creepy as the girls get more ugly. If you want to get into filmmaking, go for it. I even said that the intros and production were good, but for fuck’s sake, stop making BMX videos that no one wants to see. I’m sorry if this hurts your feelings and you can’t take an honest opinion, but if you can’t come at me like a man about it and feel forced to tuck your tail and spread lies on your web site, then that only reflects on you as a person.
For anyone reading this that doesn’t really know me. I started smoking weed in eighth grade. I quit in ninth. Spare a few drunken nights over the years and a recent trip to Amsterdam, I don’t even smoke weed, let alone do coke. I’ve never even tried the stuff. I’ll drink gin until my eyes roll up into the back of my head, but I don’t even know what “cecil” or “sketch” is. Ask Old School about those.
With love,
Ryan Fudger
(ryan.fudger@transworld.net)
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