I am.

I look before I cross the road, I hardly litter and if I do it’s more than likely an accident. I smoke cannabis, drink heartily, love a line of cocaine, and became infatuated with heroin, drop pills, love shrooms and I can say I’ve snorted a horse tranquiliser. I’m a talented writer, I’ve never been in too much trouble with the police, although I’m never too far away from a court appearance/ never got into a fight in the street- never broken a bone, it’s been known for me to have a few valium before college to make it stress free. I’m gay, and this of-course means that I have no other identity to strait men, and the fact is they’ll never see that it’s my personality, not my sexuality that counts. I like to think that everyone is inherently good, that evil is just a mutation from the norm- I believe that heroin is deeply misunderstood, and that it could be used to fix every trace pain, although if you’re never enough without it- having it won’t fix a thing. I don’t believe in a defined view of god, but I find peace in their being something bigger than me, something I’ll never understand because to be honest we’re all too cleaver these days. I think alcohol is much like the uncle you’ve never really got-along with but still tolerate every so often. I sometimes miss the TV show friends more than my actual friends, although I love them all individually for their own reasons. Every lover I’ve ever had still has the ability to make me cry by listening to certain songs, I miss one in particular more then I’ll ever let myself know, some call me ‘Mr. Messy’, although one person said ‘Mr. Addict’ would be more appropriate. I do not endorse racism, I hate homophobia and Tim westwood needs a good slap.