I’m gonna try and put my life, as I remember it, on here, anybody wanting comment can do so via the chatroom, I’ll post the sauce tarantino style making a story with random subtext of events errupt from this sorce.
I AM STILL ALIVE.
DESIGNED TO SURVIVE.
THE PEOPLE BECAME ROBOTS.
I BECAME SELF AWARE
CAN A SINGULAR BECOME COMUNIST UPON ONESELF?
THE GOLDEN/JEWISH CHOSEN THING
RAPTURE HEADS
ESCAPISM
ART BREAKS
STAND ALONE
TOO FAR GONE FOR FRIENDLIES
SHRINK TANK
TAKE A STEP BACK
FUCKIN CHARGE
REBOOT
INDUSTRY STANDARD
WINDOWS 3.1
TEA TIME
BRANDING BUSINESS BULLSHIT BOLLOCKS
I COME UP WITH A KEYWORD OR SLOGAN THAT GET’S STOLEN
YOUR ALL A BUNCH OF SQUARES
AM I IN PARALELL TO SOCIETY
OUTSIDE SOCIETY
TIME TO LOOK IN.
I was born in N. Middlesex Hospital, London on 15/04/71 To Eileen and Edward Crowley, apparently the 1st memory mum has of me is her and dad looking into my crib, me grabbing hold of the sides and letting one rip...
My dad died before I was a year old, mum with 4 kids decided to move to Omagh, N. Ireland, her hometown, height of the troubles, grew up in a mixed (catholic and protestant) park, had a great youth running wild, still good friends with crew. I was a bit clueless about the conflict, I remember going to the silver juble of the queen celebration dressed as robin hood.
Drink and Smoke;
I can remember drinking from an early age, 7 or 8 I would nick 1/2 a glass of advokat mix with milk and settle in to watch swap shop of a saturday morning, 2 of my uncle’s are priests and there would often be alter wine lying about with comunion bread, lovely. I grew up wanting to be a boxer and a priest, punch then bless. I was confused about Jesus and my dad and was always compared to him, even named after him, my first name is Kieran, changed to Eddy when he died. I got into cider, perno, vodka, beer etc about 14, smoking from 12
Started working as a glass collector at 14, started hanging out with my older brother Kev’s crew, 5 years older, got wise early.
Got into Manchester Poly ‘89, doing Pure computing, building logic circuts, doing cobol and fortran. As expected I droped out mid second term to work in a cool central pub, moved from Moss side to Hulme with bar crew and grew up together for about 3 years, messy breakup, start of mental illness, diagnosed 10 years later as Bi-Polar. Move to London, work way up in posh hotel, shell schocked and internaly broken.
Hung out with Kev’s crew from Omagh living in London, trying to make a go of their band.
‘71 to ‘73 London, Muswell Hill, Valence Rd.
‘73 to ‘89 Omagh, St. Columb Kills, CBS, Tech: Business studies
‘89 to 04/90 Moss Side
04/90 to 06/94 Las O’ Gowrie, Hulme
06/94 to 06/96 Park Lane
06/96 to 07/97 Stoke Newington
07/97 to 03/98 Denver Road
03/98 to 09/00 Watermint Quay
09/00 to 10/02 Priestly Close
10/02 to 06/03 Kylemore to Mullaghmore
06/03 to 07/03 Sectioned
07/03 to 09/07 Kylemore
09/07 to present In the Country, Pretty Isolated, medicated, College, Focused, then a bit manic and productive, then a bit overwhelmed binge drinking, need less harmfull and self destructive drugs than alcohol. Reasonably at one with myself.
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