I was never a bitter child. I don’t know how my life went from such a happy, peaceful existence to the caustic actuality I now endure. When I was young, I had such a simple life. My mum, my dad, and I lived in a simple flat, on a simple block, in the simple part of London. Not that London is anything simple, but we were so simple we seemed to stand out and fit in at the same time. My life was easy and tranquil.

Little did I know, my parents had been drifting apart for a while. My mum had been frequenting Ireland more and more. I knew she had a demanding job, but this was too much. Something had to be happening. Being young, I never picked up on any of it. As I said before my life was easy and tranquil. Before that is, my mum began and lost a contention with cancer.

For six years, I held her hand and watched her die. And I watched my dreams of a happy life perish with her. This started the ball on my now very tempestuous nature. My dad faired badly as well. Now he is a paranoid alcoholic. Great combination right? Why am I sharing all this information? It’s pretty clear. Everyone has a life changing event and wants to pass on some knowledge to people. My journey started on the day of my mum’s funeral and ends with the choice of my life. What’s my answer? The better question is what’s the question? That you can’t know until you start at the beginning. 9:00 a.m. on May 27th, 2006. The morning dawned mistily as I stared out the window at the deserted streets.