Wednesday, August 19

autobiography of a crackhead writer

I know some of the people who visit here have wild lives, but then I read about this guy who just published his memoir, The Night of the Gun, about his time as a crack addicted fat thug who beat up women and sold bad coke.

Some quotes:
I do not have a good memory, having recklessly sautéed my brain in fistfuls of pharmaceutical spices.
I subsisted on Pop-Tarts and Mountain Dew, along with LSD, peyote, pot, mushrooms, mescaline, amphetamines, quaaludes, valium, opium, hash and liquor of all kinds. Total garbage head.
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6 comments:

  1. Anonymous21 August 2009 at 05:37

    I say!

    So that's why Hotters' short-term is so poor.

    MM III

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  2. Hotboy21 August 2009 at 20:12

    Mingin'! My short term is fabuloso! Albert? Where do these folk get the money for all these drugs? Has everyone got the nazi gold except moi? Hotboy

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  3. rob21 August 2009 at 21:00

    Mingers, but everything has to balance up - his long-term memory is embarrassingly complete.

    Hotters. Not everyone has druggie dolls turning up at the door to give them drugs for free.

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  4. Anonymous24 August 2009 at 04:53

    I say!

    Celebrations, here in Kalimbuka, for the return of The Ashes to dear old Blighty.

    MM III

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  5. Hotboy24 August 2009 at 08:13

    Albert? Someone I was speaking to today thought you were very attractive! What happened to NHS specs, eh? Still, I thought that might cheer you up! Hotboy

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  6. rob29 August 2009 at 22:39

    When I was single I used to find fat women were drawn to me, but then I realised they just wanted my skinniness to rub off on them. No help at all to me.

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