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“I guess it all started when I decided to come home early from work and surprise her..
And caught her screwing some other geezer…
So I went out and bought a few cans of that white lightning cider…
When I got home she'd dumped all my stuff on the doorstep with a note saying ‘C ya'
I put all my sh!t into a black bin bag and headed off to see a mate of mine..
He gave me a can of White lightning and said ‘have this and you'll be fine'
I slept on his sofa for more than I can remember
I was drinking a lot then, but I think I left there around November?
He got a job up North, so I slept rough under the A40 flyover..
Drinking to drown out the noise of cars and waking up everyday with a hangover..
I became angry that whilst she was having her full share of another mans spunk..
I had now lost my job, my home, my wife, my kids and was now a drunk..
What little money I had went on those cheap White Lightning cider cans..
I no longer had direction in my life, I lost all my goals, ambitions and future plans..
I will never forget my first night sleeping rough it was so frightening
But I drank myself to sleep on that white lightening
My kids became scared of me, although I reckon she had filled their heads with cr*p
But what would they think of their dad with pee all down his lap
I found some other drunks hanging around in the local park
And I crashed at one of their flats, it was not much, but it was a start
But I was drinking so much, I used to wake up and find myself peeing
And the people in the flat were really into their heroin
It was bad news all-round, I only chased the dragon a few times
But I was running out of money, so I started doing petty crimes
Shoplifting, burglary, man, I tell you, I really hit the rocks
My worse memory is having to pay for my Heroin by sucking c0cks
I had no choice, but to move out of that drug house and head back to the street
Matt, listen mate, I just want to get back again on my feet!
I heard through the grape vine the ex Mrs has split from that loser
And I tell you something mate, I still love her
I want to be a dad again, I want my kids to be proud of me
I need to be clean for them you see?
My life is in your hands, I'm fed up with sleeping rough, and the constant fighting
I just wish I never picked up that can of white lightning..”














..Just one of the many stories i hear every day at work..


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