“I told him in no uncertain terms that he could go f**k himself,” Wynn concluded. “That didn’t sit too well with him. I walked out without even saying goodbye. The next day my contract with the gallery owner was canceled. I packed up everything and moved on to a new city and found a gallery that was willing to represent me. I became friends with the owner and she told me sometime later Lionel had put pressure on her not to handle me. She ignored him, thankfully, and that seemed to be the end of it. Then, about a year later, he decided he wanted to buy a chunk of real estate in the city. My friend’s gallery was on part of it. She refused to sell it to him. In the end, her gallery burned to the ground.”
“I presume they never proved he was responsible.”
“Nope. It was put down to faulty wiri
