A brutally honest tale of a nameless young man's spiral into drug addiction. Distressing and minute in detail, this book delivers a sharp, unsentimental dose of reality about a world where this kind of living is the norm.
There's something in the ritual that you learn to love - opening the balloon of heroin and placing the dope into the spoon, which is stained dark brown with old heroin residue and coated black with carbon on the underside. There is a smell to Mexican black tar heroin ... caramel or treacle mixed with the smell of lost childhood summers. The smell of a strange nostalgia, of a yearning that can't explain.
Mum, Can You Lend Me Twenty Quid? by Elizabeth Burton-Phillips