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NOOOOO WONDERFUL BOOK WHY DO YOUR LAST 50 ish PAGES HAVE NO PUNCTUATION MY HEAD HURTS

Ah can stop aw this any time, through the sheer fuckin exercise ay my will.
Just end it.
But no right now.

‘I’d like you to think about what you’ve lost through being on heroin.’ He rises, and goes over to the flip chart, picking up a pen.
‘Poppy,’ Sick Boy shouts.
Tom turns with a puzzled look. ‘Is that your girlfriend?’
‘Best one I ever had,’ Sick Boy grins, as everyone laughs. Poor Tom stands as stiff and still as a vibrator withoot the Duracell.

—Ah wahnt tae ask you somethin. Somethin serious. Are you wan ay thaim?
This time he means junky, rather than poof.

Youthful libido versus chronic heroin addiction is perhaps the ultimate battle between irresistible force and immovable object

Ah start tae idly key a smart estate motor then ah think, fuck it, the class war can wait, the class As cannae.

A gadgie in a boiler suit shouts fae the landin above that ah shouldnae be doon here. Story ay ma life. Always somewhere ah shouldnae be. Like Planet Earth.

All that gone with the onset of breasts and hips, which heralded newer, more dangerous games and the deployment of disdainful sneers and aloof postures, those paltry defences against the unremitting attentions of feral boys. He regrets his role in her recent string of tragedies, but shrugs it off by rationalising that if it wasn’t him, then some other, less caring predator would be keen to take up the assignment.