'Struggling to stay alive with a gaping wound across my back, I desperately wondered how I got to this point. My knife-wielding opponent was not the attacker... He'd been defending himself against an ego-driven, menacing thug who was intent on hurting him.
'That thug was me.
'In a hole of anxiety and depression, Luke Kennedy resorted to drugs, alcohol, graffiti and fighting in a desperate bid to silence his frantic mind. Soon he was leading a street-fighting and graffiti crew, and constantly coming close to killing others or being killed.
'Tortured by the voices in his head, Luke began looking for an out. Eventually he found it. ' (Publication summary)
Dedication:
For Mum and Dad.
You mean the world to me.
