Mark Rogers said it was just notes.
'Need to flesh it out like your love handles.'
I was in love with my writing.
'I wanked for eight hours on the first night.'
Man, this was moving stuff.
I was breaking new ground.
And Gartland said, with the right editor, 'it could be the best New York Times seller.'
I believed him and I paid him to knock the book of notes into shape.
When he did his magic trick of transposing duromine to gropamine, I thought for a moment, 'perhaps he really does care about my writing.'
He cared about the money. So much so that he didn't tell me my writing was crap.
I had fallen for my infallibility and John Gartland exploited that.
Kudos to him.
