My First Novel, Prince Junkie: Not A Glorification of Drugs
Get Prince Junkie on Paperback or Kindle here. Art by Kasey Hill I’ve deleted the same shit paragraph about six times. I wrote this to separate myself from the homeless experience. The writing helped me put my brain back together. You lose a lot of personality development if you fall that far down the spiral. It has taken me quite a while to stitch, stretch, and study my psyche and my body, which were both broken, beaten, cut, and otherwise abused by both myself and others while I was out there. Everything in my system rebelled against my subjecting its electric tentacles once more to any kind of square life. It rebelled hard. Regressions were a factor. My body’s weakness was a factor. All these things, and I with only a vague notion that they had to be fixed. I barely knew where to begin. And I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to do work like that. Or anything square. So I forced my frail, scattered ass to write. And that evolved. My studies gave Ben an advantage over me...