I was there, or very close, back in London in 96 but somehow bull****ted my way into a job on a cruiseship which got me away from my home patch - and demons. I truly don't think I would be alive today without that tiny advert I saw in the Evening Standard. I had three cousins die to drugs & several other family members & friends ****ed up by it all. It was definitely a path I was on.
I'm now a ****ney Yank, 40 pounds heavier (not fat by US standards) & alive!
I'm now a ****ney Yank, 40 pounds heavier (not fat by US standards) & alive!
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