If I'm not hating someone, I don't feel alive.
As late as Nov 26th, Jodric emailed me:
Amazing developments over there. Thanks for the update. I hope your health is stabilized. You doing any walking still? Keep safe pal, with some of the bongo clan still living there.
Rock on,
Jodrico
He still hadn't asked for another $500 bucks.
I'd need to poke the bear for him to slip back into beggar mode.
He could play magnanimous as well as a 'beggar' boy.
You just didn't know who you were speaking to.
Every word he consumed was used to preserve the waxed up John Gartland.
Even back in 2013 when he was reading about how he came in his pants, his lips were looking thin, hair greying and that nervous tick that says he's on the gear.
No wonder he won't show his face on the webcam.
'I don't want you seeing the interior of my apartment.'
The only development Gartland appreciated were the ones that sent tremors down his web that he spun daily in the hope of bringing in morsels for his household.
Now who the fuck asks for exactly A$262?
That raised the red flag.
'But you promised me a microphone and a trip around Asia whoring.'
I promise all the old farts of Asia that.
And if they believe my tripe, then more the shame on them.
But you didn't mind using that to make me feel guilty and coughing up cash.
Somewhere along the way when I came up for air from Alice's rabbit hole, I mentioned another 200 bucks cash rounding it up to $500:
Man that is a fantastic
and generous idea .... the 500 Aus dollars.
My bank account is
Bangkok Bank,
Sukhumvit Branch, Bangkok
Branch 0105
Account name
Mr. John Leslie Gartland
Savings Account
Account number
1054280530
If you need swift codes or anything, let me know.
If you need swift codes or anything, let me know.
And, yes I could do with it yesterday.
Bless you pal, and please tell me when you send it, and the e.t.a .here.
More soon from me.
I believe you were using magic.
You had a spell on me.
Don't know how you did it.
But you did.
'Duromine makes you uninhibited and opens up your purse string,' said my psychiatrist.
It's more about the guy being online, 24-7 grooming.
He's a burnt-out entity.
He won't go out for poetry readings.
He can't afford the bus ticket.
He doesn't want the expat community to know how poor he is.
But when it comes to 'white' boys outside the Kingdom, they are fair game.
'I'll fuck them over before they even know they are fucked over.'
That's a Gartland mantra for you.
He loves generous ideas.