Cocaine Trash A Novel
Foreword ‘There’s an interminable fog about the place, a fog that surrounds my body at all times, a fog that seeps all the way through into my mind. I can never get it to go, and sometimes I feel like I’m living a solitary existence in a secluded, remote cave in the middle of fucking nowhere. And I don’t even get the sight of a misty coated sea to gaze at, for me it’s just a grey and horrid sight, with a trail of pollution drifting through into my cave in unravelling smoke. I guess I should be...