I still remember your words – years down the track, ‘If only you knew…’ What I didn’t say, and knew was that you were responsible for framing my life in the way that you did.

I paid a high price.

When you turned up and spent the next years offering promises that I knew would never come true, I took the opportunity over those long and painful years to observe you at close range – observe the man who framed me, look inside your mind, behind your hidden agendas – a rare privilege indeed, to see and know how a monster really thinks, what a monster behind the superficial state of existence that others only see in passing, intends to use and abuse innocence.

Thanks for all the promises, for stealing my work, for plagiarising it, for selling it to a cross-section of equally unethical fools.  Thanks for telling others that my brilliant work was yours. You brought ten years of deception to a head yourself and that’s why you can no longer access me, my writing, my life!

You’re on your own bubby and I am not about to forget. I have the decades to remind me but my life is great because I base everything on honesty and equity and that’s what is hanging you.

Arrive derci, Buster. Ciao bambino.

Happy birthday!