After careful consideration, I have decided that heroin is not for me.
I had pretty much decided this already, but Irvine Welsh’s graphic depiction of life on skag in Edinburgh confirmed this view. Maybe it is amazing. Maybe you can kick the habit. But having carefully considered it, I have decided that it probably is not worth the risk of ending up lying on a floor, covered in my own sick, injecting junk into your cock because it is the only vein I can find on my body.
The content is horrible. I have read quite a few of the famous war novels, and none of them match up to this. Perhaps it is because life in the trenches is more of an abstract concept whereas having a drug habit, while not being something I have ever done, is far closer to reality.
Plus, it makes for a really good novel.
It was hard going at first as it is written in Scottish English. However it gets easier as you go along.
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Tags: drugs, edinburgh, heroin, scotland
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