savalas

This book is not for faint hearted

It is raw. It is unapologetic. It is poetry forged on the streets of Manchester, in the thick of working-class life, and through the middle of some very real, very painful experiences.

The language inside is not here for shock value. It is the only language that feels real enough to tell the truth. To water it down would be to tell a lie.

This is a book about love, loss, and the bloody-minded refusal to give in.

This is life, without a filter.