I think when you become a parent you go from being a star in the movie of your own life to the supporting player in the movie of someone else’s.
I knew that I had been partially right in the storeroom above the bar on Christmas Day. Whoever I had become had to die.
I’m reading a book, because I’m brainy. No, it is a book – if you don’t know, it is like a blog except bigger.
Ros was dead.He had loved heroin more than it loved him. I was shocked beyond imagining; he was the first of my friends to fall.