Finished
the rehab a couple of days ago. It was dire, but I don't intend to go
into that. At least I'm looking a bit better. They say I'm cured. I'm
not so sure. I had a lot of time to think in the clinic and I realised
that Amazon Harlequin is not for me. I kind of liked Damp Patch, but
the only good thing about Amazon Harlequin was the money. Joe
Goldman is still
trying to put the band together, though Xaviera, who was in the clinic
at the same time as me, seems like a broken reed now. She looks and
talks like an unemployed lavatory cleaner. It's pathetic, really.
I got my own lawyer, and we talked it over with Joe Goldman and his
brief. Joe wasn't exactly upset to see me resign. If the band never
plays another note, Joe'll die rich on the CD royalties. But he put up
a show of resistance and there was a bit of haggling about the money,
but at the end of the day I won't have to work for a few years, though
I'll never get a cut of the royalties to which I was never really
entitled. Fair enough.
The best news of all is that Martin has "copped a plea" as the
expression goes, and I won't even have to give evidence. So, I'm free
at last. I think I'll leave the country as soon as I can pull myself
together.
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