When I Did Make The

I Feel Less Often Compelled To Do The Work Than I Was In The Past.

I Spend Many Months In Apparently Listless Rumination Out Of Which I Hope Something Will Emerge.

I Was A Savage For So Many Years Of My Life. There Was Some Seed Of Determination In Me That I Was Not Conscious Of. I Was Mostly Consciously Getting Into Trouble And Drunk.

There Must've Been Some Part Of Me That Wanted To Make My Mark. But There Was Never A Defining Moment.

One Of The Great Privileges Of Having Grown Up In A Middle-class Literary English Household, But Having Gone To School In The Front Lines In Southeast London, Was That I Became Half-street-urchin And Half-good-boy At Home. I Knew That Dichotomy Was Possible.