Chapter 4 – Extract 24 from The Paradise Induction!
Sat in my dressing gown, curtains drawn, air stifling with the stench of rejection, my only escape was heavy weekend sessions on whiskey off credit cards; it all had to stop. I wanted to start over.
Things hadn’t worked out for me in any way I’d hoped throughout life. No girlfriend. No job. No car. No place to call my own. Private school education and attendance to a top English university—all for what?
I would listen to music to raise my spirits. Not mainstream singers. Couldn’t stand the material they spouted with Rock moaning about a broken heart and Hip-Hop promoting use of girls, drinking-up, and being in the clubs.
I listened to film OST’s from John Williams, Hans Zimmer, and 90s Dance like Robert Miles and Sash. It instilled hope and nostalgia of waking up in the morning as a child, optimistic that life would be fantastic when I reached my teenage years. But it hadn’t been.