Kerry Hudson

Three months. Three months of the two jobs, the Tooping room and the windows that froze up on the inside, rat dropping on the kitchen counter and his fucked-up housemates. Three months of junkies outside and watching the endless, miserable plod, plod, plod of plastic - bag - laden shoppers. He was thinner now and stronger (...) but inside he was still shrinking away at the thought of what he had done, hat he had thrown away in a few days of fury.