On the 28th October 1975 my mother gave birth to a heroinhead - that was/is me. My father was a young Glaswegian junkie nicknamed Puggy. I was born with heroin in my veins.
7 years after my birth, my father was brutally murdered by infamous British serial-killer Dennis Nilsen. MY mother had a breakdown and turned to alcohol... I turned to solitude, vandalism, and violence.
At the age of 13 the educational system gave up on me. At 14 I started smoking weed and by 15 I was also using LSD and speed. At 17 I tried Subutex (a heroin substitute). I felt like I had found God.
By 24 I was a heroin and crack addict and a year later I was injecting.
Mesmerising. Nostalgic. Clinically Obscene. Unique texts from one of my favourite writers of the moment.
Buy Tony O'neills Books here! Yes, that's an order!!!
Writer/poet, Friend and Outlaw Tony O'neill has written stuff just for You. If you like my work, then you'll love Tony's... if you hate my work, you'll still love Tony's. So do yourself a favour and buy at least one copy of at least three of Tony's books... if not, stay out of touch and die clutching Trainspotting... it's your loss.
2 comments:
Amazing - sad, funny, horrible all at once. Thank you.
Nice one. Has been bookmarked accordingly.
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