Introduction

I have run the idea of publishing my diaries through my mind so often I almost end up arguing with myself. In the end I decided honesty was the best route and so you find yourself amongst the years of a Welsh poet. Often confused, lonely, attention seeking, death wishing, unstable, wandering but more often than not drunk or high. Often both.
My nineties were a shambolic walk through death and addiction. Of heart ache and lots of soul searching. A lot of people think it cool to taste oblivion. Come, lets us walk in hell and see if the flames of excess are warm enough for you....

Steven Francis June 27th 2009