Have you ever thought about killing yourself? I mean really doing it – topping yourself – not just messing about to get attention? It’s a scary place, that black hole in your mind, and sometimes I walk the edge, one foot in front of the other around the rim, and wonder whether to just shut my eyes and jump in. It’s like balancing on the railings on a motorway bridge – gives you a thrill, an adrenaline shot like nothing else on earth.
Except perhaps heroin.
You want to know why heroin? I’m not sure I know myself, but then I’m not sure about much in my life anymore.
I’m Michael. This is my story. It’s not pretty and I’m not proud of it. But it’s mine.
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