This is probably between the years 2015 - 2022.

I just left living in a rat infested punk house.

I was a drowning alcoholic with a bad amphetamine addiction, a master at burning bridges and a hunger for suicide.

If I hadn’t forced myself to go sober, I or somebody else I thought I cared about probably would’ve died.

It’s unusual to look at my old drawings and journal entries now.

Feels like I’m looking at someone else’s work.

Enjoy, hope it doesn’t freak anyone out.

Also to be honest… I only really stayed off alcohol til 2020(but haven’t drank in almost 11 months). I had stumbled a few times with coke, speed, weed, hash, molly, ecstasy, whippets, pig sweat, shrooms and a whole bunch of adderall. Lol

This is one of many entries. I got a bunch of books to upload. Some from the days I lived in that shithole punk house.

Thought I should document this shit before I throw them all away.