Autumn has always been a very special time for me. I remember London in October: The city full of burnt wood and magic; the cold creeping in...

If death would float me into your arms I’d jump from a building From the 91st floor Just to be certain Just to be sure A fictitious poe...

Dear All, A huge thanks to all of you who sent me mails this past week enquiring after my wellbeing and asking if everything is OK. Well, t...

Somewhere lost in the autumn of 2002 the 4th dead body of my life hammered upon and then fell through my door. Once again, death in all it’...

Two months before my 17th birthday my stepfather was released from prison and moved into the family home alongside my mother, brother and I....

Visit & join The Junky Underground.... a haven for the broken hearted and the nearly departed. It's a place free from fascist admin...

“I only come alive in moments of extreme joy, tragedy or illness. When the heroin is here, I am not, and when it is gone I wake up in pain.....

The heroin life can often be a rollercoaster ride. When it is hard it is hell, though when it is easy, it’s very VERY easy. But in between t...

In 1999 I fell in love, married and died for the first time. The girl was Buket, the marriage lasted three days and my death 3 years. After ...

18 years ago, just before opiates made an entry into my life, I was living on the White City Estate in West london with my mother, my broth...