I cannot stand people who lie. Next to murder, it is the ultimate sin in my book, and something I have absolutely no patience for.
I am about to bust this can of worms wide open and expose proof that Rey is the BIGGEST LIAR I’ve encountered in my 3 years as a blogger.
Let’s start with a chat conversation from 8/25/08 at 2:40PM. Thankfully I’m smart enough to keep a copy of all chat conversations in case I need to reference them later.
Rey said:
no, i have a fuckin’ crisis at work
one of my clients died
His client died? Oh, dear. Sounds serious. Let’s find out more. Rey said:
i’m dealing with a client bawling her eyes out because her husband was killed last night
I’m confused. I thought the client died? Okay, now the spouse is the client? And someone was killed? Yikes. So I asked some normal questions that anyone would have asked upon hearing this news. Rey refused to answer them. Finally, I asked who the client was. Rey said:
fuck off. i’m done with this convo
Ouch, pretty harsh words. I don’t see any reason for such anger when I asked a normal question about a murder victim’s identity.
Rey was lying, and I knew it. I’ve caught him in his lies many times in the 3 years I’ve known him. They were always so small, I just chose to overlook him. Unfortunately Rey has a very poor memory, which isn’t ideal for compulsive liars.
Anyway, a few days later, Rey posted a completely different version on his blog, thus exposing his trail of lies.
In the post, he stated that Steve Foley, drummer for The Replacements, had died of a drug overdose.
Wow, that’s odd. In Rey’s chat, I thought he said a client was killed. There’s a big difference between being killed (as in shot, murdered) and dying of a drug overdose, don’t you think?
But that’s just the tip of the iceberg! Rey linked to an article, which showed Steve died on August 16th. But in Rey’s chat, he very clearly states that this person died the night before, which would have been August 24. Get your facts straight, Rey.
In the post, Rey’s story differs drastically in contrast to what he told me in our chat. He told me Steve was a client (or his wife was, I guess Rey couldn’t decide which). This was false. The Replacements haven’t had an album since 1990, when Rey was 20 years old. Do you really think he’s their publicist 18 years later? Rey also told me the band was on the verge of a meltdown, yet oddly enough, he made no mention of them being a client in his post. In fact, the post makes it sound like he just met this Steve guy one time in the late 1990s.
The plot thickens as Rey says in his post:
I got a phone call on Monday morning from a friend of mine. She was still in shock and I spent a good part of the morning, talking to her about him.
What an interesting change of story, Rey. So in our chat, you told me you were talking to his wife, and now you’re saying you were just talking to a friend? And why is it that his wife (or your “friend”, whichever the fuck you decide it was) is having a one week delayed reaction? The funeral was already over and done with. As a publicist, you had no idea your client was dead for a full week? Oh, wait, according to you, he’d just died the night before.
Oh, and let’s talk about this timeline. Your post says you talked in the morning, but during your chat, which was at 2:40PM your time (mid-afternoon), you claimed you had just got on the phone with her. Again, your story and timeline fail to match up.
The bottom line is that Rey was lying about death, which is no joking matter. We’d had a misunderstanding earlier in the day, in which I made a comment about bars and he took it way out of context, telling people that I’d said he just goes to bars for sex. That’s not even close to what I said about him. Why would I say such a mean-spirited thing?
So when I tried to smooth it out with him, that’s when he told me was dealing with death and couldn’t discuss the matter further. I knew right then and there that this guy was taking me for a ride, so I called him out on it. The more I probed, the more I knew that nobody had died and he was making the whole thing up. He couldn’t even supply a name until half a week later when he found the article about Steve on Google.
When Rey realized he could no longer dodge the questions about who died, he went into a temper tantrum, telling me he never wanted to speak to me again and saying our friendship was over. Naturally I was hurt. But when you’re caught in a lie, I guess it’s easier to drop a friend than to just admit your lie and ask forgiveness.
I have been furious about it all week, but I decided I would keep my mouth shut and just let it go if Rey did. But he didn’t. He wrote that blog post, claiming I had harassed him during a time of mourning… spreading all those lies about me to make me out as some monster. And our mutual friends have been treating me differently too. I have no doubt that Rey has been spreading rumors about me behind the scenes.
I’m sure I could go on for 6 more pages with examples of the shitty things Rey has done to me over the years. He has started fights between me and other bloggers, then found ways to come out smelling like roses and deflecting the fault on me. He has openly admitted on his blog that he created fake identities and fake blogs, and isn’t it convenient that whenever some mysterious stalker is harassing our circle of friends, Rey seems to be somehow involved? Hmmm, maybe Rey was the one doing it all along?
And who can forget the time Rodney and I went to meet Rey in New York last February? Rey dropped us off at a bar in the middle of New York City and said he’d be right back. But he never came back. Instead, he went to a couple of other bars, had some beers, then stopped for some pizza. We called him for 2 hours, and he didn’t answer his phone. (He later claimed the battery was low.)
Thankfully a couple of Rey’s friends were at the bar, so we had to recruit them to drive us around to find Rey’s drunk ass, and at 2 o’ clock in the morning, we finally got back to our hotel safely.
Well I’ve had it with you and your lying, Rey. You made your biggest enemy when you started lying about me. You need to just own your faults and stop spreading lies about innocent victims like me.
If you were smart, you’d shut down your blog and disappear from the blogging scene. But your past record has proven that you’re not smart, so I’m sure you’ll get caught lying again by someone else who catches on to your games.
Hopefully people will be wise enough to see you for who you truly are now. You did all this to yourself. Nobody is to blame but you.
Just know that the more you continue to try and smear my name as an honest person, the more I’m going to expose you as a liar.
Come out with your hands up. You’re surrounded…