JW was as crazy as fuck but he taught me all I know about life. He taught me what it is to be a man and what it takes to make it in the world. JW took my father’s place, a vague memory that had been up for grabs since I was thirteen.
I met JW on the city streets. In those dark, damp places where only the down and out or the sick and twisted ply their trade. Those streets where to survive, you got to be tougher and harder than the person coming at you.
Those city streets I had run to in desperation, to escape the pain, to try and find a better life. Those shit strewn streets, where I ran straight into the arms of pimps and crack whores, drug dealers and junkie fiends; where they held their arms wide open, like some filth ridden street messiahs.
JW found me, curled in the corner of an alley, my face purple and green after being rolled by a smack junkie. Our first meeting was his breath hot on my face.
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You can read the rest of this story in the published collection, From The Lodge To The City, due out on 1st June 2011
Better a new friend than an old foe.
haha, you been spammed with filth 🙂
I lied last time when I said I read them all. I had actually only read on of the stories. I have read them now though and this one is my favourite!
Ha ha. This one came hot on the heels of ‘One Step Closer to Freedom’. Thanks for reading x
and now its gone…. will have to buy the book then, wont I 🙂
YUP 🙂 Just finished designing the cover today 🙂
so, who is getting naked for it then?