I am 32. And the typical feral offspring of a heroin addict
father and a 16 year old mother. I lived like a character from
'Lord of the Flies' until going to jail at 19. Released at 22 I
was much more organised and made far more money which was
promptly spent on champagne, cocaine and girls I can't
I eventually realised at 24, through selling drugs to students, that things called universities existed. Of course I knew previously that they existed in an abstract sense like I know the Taj Mahal exists, but I had never known people who went to them. Where I grew up nobody had a job. Not for more than 6 weeks anyway. Time passed and I managed to get into college as I had luckily done some GCSE's when I was locked up and before long I gained a 2:1, BA (Hons) Degree in English Literature.
Time passed some more and so far, after spending three years and 10's of thousands of pounds on my degree all I have benefited from it is cushier jobs when I have twice more landed back in jail. If you care to know how that came about maybe you could read the 5000 words or so I put up you might learn a bit more about me, if you are interested, and I understand if you aren't. Thank you for your time.
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