"I grew up here...

...during it's worst years. Fresh crocodile shit piled against front doors, steaming in the dockland chill. It was never warm here. Never. Mom picking up fat dock lizards, dashing their brains out on dad and throwing them on the fire, watching them blacken and split and catch, squirting hot fat out of the hearth.
Spending days and nights sitting out on the sidewalk with the other kids, listening to all our parents spouting uneducated hate-filled bullshit over cheap beers and thinking, is this it? And is that me in twenty years? And planning our escapes, from eight years old planning our grand escapes from our lives.


Whenever I come back here, i wonder who got out."

-Warren Ellis, Transmetropolitan

I still hate it there, and I hate it here. - Useless