If you're still reading my "Artist_Beware page and still think I am a royal douche hole after paying back everyone that came forward or think I'm lying, you're partially right. I was lying, mostly because I had a very faint idea of what happened. Until now anyway. No, I did not steal a credit card, no I did not hack someone's account, actually what happened was my dad cancelled my card while I was on a trip. That may sound pretty bad, but there's a good explanation. About a year ago I went to Maryland to see a friend of mine, being the idiot that I am I left my phone at home. We hit a dive bar but unfortunately they didn't take cash, so I went to the nearest ATM to withdraw money from my credit card. After five or six tries with a different pin number each time (I have no idea if credit cards even have pins, but I was horribly drunk by then) we gave up on the bar. We picked up some beers at a store, got a ride home, and still running off my now intesified drunken buzz I commissioned several artists and bought some adopts. Back at home dad saw the declined withdraws, and without my phone assumed I had been mugged and left to die in a ditch. So he canceled the card and for months the charges had been in payment limbo, never showing up on the credit card statement. Which is why these chargebacks happened months after the fact. The credit card company was waiting for payments on a card that their records show had been made after the card was cancelled. And that's hoW I became the Fresh Prince of Bel-douchehole