For new readers of this blog, the very liberal poet who cares about the poor and dispossessed started trolling my blog to the point I had to turn off the comments section.
This is coming from a guy who loaned $500 bucks off me, 'I'll return it the same way I got it by the end of the month.'
Fuck he sounded convincing.
He had no intention.
Having graduated from Hogsworth, he majored in Psychic Vampiring.
'I never coerced you one bit, from my remembrance, anon, you threw the money at me.'
It was all about reputation. And, no, I will not see you shortly. If you want to use archaic words, then at least use them properly.
I didn't want you thinking I was an asshole by not being a man of my word.
And you played on that.
You realized I valued our friendship.
And I'd do anything to keep the status quo.
It's how you prey on your victims.
Gather information, to be used against them, later, when told to you under strict confidentiality.
I recorded all our conversations, fucker.
So if you go down, we all go down.
Not that anything went down.
Living in the Far East, all kinds of accusations will be directed at you.
Playing 'Dirty Grandpa' in Bangkok, for example, is more viable, than say doing it in your native Belfast.
Now what the fuck is it with those magnetic stickers you had made up?
'I was only joking.'
When Gartland says that, it usually means he's coming in for the kill.
('Confessions of a Con Artist' on Amazon.)
