When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.” -- Hunter S Thompson
‘A LOT OF people are using Duromine,’ said Wolf Mask.
He said he knew someone who lost 20kgs on it after one month.
He was to be my weight loss coach.
The first few weeks, sound advice and he’d take my calls.
Same with Gartland, he was to be my editor, he was all friendly and took my calls.
Then something happened.
And I think I know what it was.
Gartland was bragging about how he dumped Kevin Cummings, an American author who is wheelchair-bound and taking diet pills.
‘I hitched a good ride on his books. Helped him out too.
Cead tells me that CJ Moore blew KC out a few months ago.
He's rubbed a few up the wrong way. Onwards and upwards.’
I guess I’d be next.
Was he suggesting that I had outworn my welcome as well?
Onwards and upwards, as they say.
Once Gartland received his payment for editing, he turned on me.
He forgot I had paid for him to edit.
Instead, he went into criticize mode.
I’m not saying he’s ungrateful, but it may sound like it.
He was a psychic vampire that Wolf Mask had warned me about.
Wolf Mask was too much into himself to bother working on the finer points of psychological warfare.
He was too busy getting fucked up on high-grade marijuana that he was scoring from his doctor.
The more I lost weight, the more the dark forces joined to overthrow me.
For fucks sake, I was only losing weight, not trying to be President of the Universe.
‘Yesterday was fine,’ wrote Gartland, after I sent him his next installment payment, for the great work he did on spell checking my book.
‘A real tonic. It eased the basic pressure. Thanks.
No scope for treats like grabbing a bargirl, but very welcome and well-timed.’
He really has editing skills.
Or so I thought and once I started questioning it, Gartland got on the defense.
He was not going to return the money I sent him.
Oh no, not at all.
I had sowed the idea that the money was all about editing.
But initially, it was about him begging.
I just couldn’t get that word out of my head, ‘the fucking beggar.’
I guess Gartland couldn’t either.
By the look of his well-composed email, you’d think that he was the one who was not paid for his editing work.
I’m rewriting the book.
Mark Roger’s was right, as far as note form goes, the book wasn’t bad, but it still wasn’t a book.
Gartland knew that but he is a lazy cunt and wanted to do the least amount of work for the most pay.
He won’t be getting any more editing work.
As to Wolf Mask, he relished ridiculing me on his podcast.
‘You are a mole for Tim Page.’
‘Hate nothing worse than meth stains,’ he added.
He was exhibiting all the qualities of one, right down to the vocabulary, ‘that was dope man!’
He was losing it.
Big time.
His podcast was a tool to right all the wrongs in this world.
No one was spared.
In the end, the police shut him down.
And now he’s crying ‘foul play.’
Was this a case of being a victim of your own hype?
