. Dear Tony... Your last mail found me broken. The ravages of heroin are nothing compared to the ravages of love. A broken heart will le...

. It fails me now the quarter in which we were staying, Pedro and I, but we headed out from there. We passed the prostitutes under the flyo...

. At this point I shall not suppress a sigh. There are days when I am haunted by a feeling blacker than the blackest melancholy -- contempt...

Just a few words to let let you know I'm back from the wilderness and will be posting here within the next few days.As I'd been wri...

. It was my first morning to methadone clinic and a vile, hollow, depression hung in me then. The light hadn't yet reached the mornin...

. Posts so far: #1 - Intro/Higgins/Dubai Charli #2 - Little John #3 - Whistling Chris #4 - Lloyd #5 - The Doc #6 - The Twins For ...

. It was the summer of the year before last. In a bar in Paris, in the early afternoon heat, Tony O'neill and I were swapping books, sc...