Nothing ever matched up to Gartland's expectations.
The contempt he had for other writers always showed.
There was never any thanks for reviews.
He never shared them.
If it wasn't a sycophant declaring him the prophet, anything less was an insult to the sensitive 'poet noir'.
Gartland was the kind of guy who just took.
He could take and take and take some more.
But when it came to his labor, he made sure he charged you through the roof for the exclusivity.
He pushed and pushed until you got every detail right.
But he had no idea how to upload a video with a slide show.
The same applied to music.
On many occasions, I lost great tracks because he demanded corrections.
After a while, everyone got sick of him.
He not only got the techno wizards in Cambodia to fly him over and pay for his hotel, he kindly snorted their cocaine.
'I've got the nose for it,' he said to me, in a private correspondence, which out of respect for Gartland, I won't post here.
