Came home from Mums and got absolutely legless in the comfort of Burry Port. There's no f**ker to see, or annoy where Mother lives in Pen Y Mynydd. She was stupid to move there. Its a dump.
I started writing in school and discovered it was the only thing that could hold my interest (apart from sex). I knew from the lump inside me that some creative channel had to be my direction. And be good or bad it is some kind of legacy.
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