WelcomeâŠwelcome to London. Youâve just arrived havenât you? Or have you been here your whole life? Consider this a debriefing of sortsâŠsoldier. Come, wipe your feet and rest your tired soles upon my step. Weâll smoke a cigar and speak of old times. But watch where you sleep, the dogs come barking out in the midst of the night. Strangled, animalistic urges. We wash our hands in the bloods of our friends, our enemies, our lovers. We thrive on the sickness. SoâŠwho are you really?
Been here my whole fucking life.
Who am I really? Â Iâm nobody. Â Iâm nothing. Not shit. Â A whore and deadbeat drunkâs demon spawn that has been unleashed on this pathetic city.
From where do you hail? Â
Green Lanes area in Harringey. Â Wasnât always overrun by all these filthy fucking Kurds. Â Need to deport all those nasty ass motherfuckers. Â Criminals every last one of them. Â Canât hardly walk down the street without getting mugged or some shit.
Whatâs your business in London? (Are you a student, a businessman, apart of a loving family). If a student, what do you study? If a businessman, whatâs your trade? Clarify:
I am in logistics.  I have a knackâif you willâfor acquiring that which can be difficult to find.  The internet is an amazing placeâand Iâve taken my hustling from Green Lanes to the Silk Road.  Getting high tech up in this bitch! Â
Whatever you needâyou know that I got it, or can get it. Â Blow, Molly, any strain of Mary Jane youâre feeling, Lucy, Roxies, Addies, Zanies, whatever. Â And if you ever need somebody to get fucked up with, you know Iâm down.Â
Got a separate day job? (This is a âpleasantâ town, weâre all upstanding citizens here):
Fuck no.  I make bank doing what I do.  Fuck the police.  Fuck the law.  I ainât going to jail, because I ainât out there on the street being a dumb-ass.  You got to have your head on right if you thinking about making your living on the other side of the thin blue line.Â
Give us 5 words to describe yourself. Go on, donât be shy:
Me in five wordsâŠIâm a selfish man-whore drug-addicted insomniac gambler.Â
Pick 2 of the strongest words most pertinent to your personality, and give us a breakdown of who you are:
I am guilty of giving into all matters of emotional impulses, selfish motives, and nefarious purposes. I rarely sleep, which leaves me constantly just slightly on edge.  Some would blame the insomnia on my drug useâŠbut fuck, drugs are the only things that Iâve found to quiet down the chaos always churning in my damn head.
I got some skills with the ladies, though.  I think they dig the reckless (likely insane) bad boyâlike they know it will always be fun with meâand a little bit dangerousâŠand that gets them wet.  Nothing gets a pussy going like a man that they have no business messing with.
Whatâs your family like? Do you enjoy their company?Â
My family is fucking stellar. Â Colton Sr. takes the cake. Â He knocked up my whore of a mother and barely looked back. Â It wasnât until he decided I was old enough to be useful that he started coming around. Â And Layna is a real piece of workâ Â How can a woman selling passes to her cunt expect to raise a son? Â
I pretty much grew up on the streetsânot that I was actually homeless, but my mom is such a piece of shitâthe men that floated in and out of the tiny flat where we lived in just made life hell.  Once I got big enough to get away from her, most times Iâd crash elsewhere. You know the storyâviolence, drugs, drinkingâsame shit, just a different day. Everyone in every ghetto across the entire fucking world came up through the same sort of struggles.Â
Do you reside with your family now?Â
Nah. Â I ainât laid eyes on Layna in at least six months. Â Last time I saw that dumb cunt she had the audacity to ask me for money. Â Guess middle aged prostitutes ainât making bank. Â
What do you enjoy doing in your spare time?
Me and Mary Jane got a good thing going on. Â She keeps me chill. Â Iâm a shameless stoner. Â Wonât ever find any swag at my place. Â Come up from the bottom and now weâre here, hah. Â Got a blunt of Jack Herer here if youâre downâIâll spark this shit up. Â One of the best strains in the whole fucking world. Â Goddamn! This shit is loud as fuck. Â I mean you open the bag and can smell it across the room. Â So pretty ground up, too. Â Rolls like a wet dream. Â Itâs nice. Â
I do what I do. Â Smoking down every dayâexperimenting with other shit every so often. Â Acidâshroomsâopium tea. Â Always got something fun hidden away in the treasure chest. Â
Average afternoon is spent with a blunt out working on my bikeâpicked up a Harley import a couple years back. Â So sexyâso sleek. Â My dick gets hard just thinking about the sound of the exhaust. Â Pipes are so mean.Â
Drugs, alcohol, sex?
Clearly, drugs are a hell yes. Â
I drink from time to time. Â Not really my thing. Â Not all about getting fat and nauseated. Â Alcohol makes me into a total asshole. Â I missed the label that warned when three shots of tequila are inserted I become a crass prick.
What sort of Illegal business are you in? Or are you even in one?Â
First smoked weed at twelveâwas peddling that shit at fourteen.  Dropped out of school at sixteenâŠand been going hard since then.  Moved up from gram baggies to pushing pounds.  Got a taste of the money and the fun that came from other shit.  Acid, man, I fucking love acidâand shrooms.  Fuck, I love every psychedelic Iâve ever tried.  That shit is all fantastic.  I ainât a boss, but I ainât working for nobody either.  I sell my shitâI facilitate my hookupsâŠbut I ainât getting greedy.  No need for that.  Too many times a nigger goes and gets greedyâthen he fucks up.  Gotta stay below the radarâdonât want the police or the really dangerous motherfuckers to be looking your way.  Fuck that shit.