The Story of Your Life So Far

Where are you?
You open your eyes and quickly survey your surroundings. The light is pouring in through the ceiling to floor windows, light that repels you. Exposed brickwork, a dry swallow, a lick of your lips. You hide, naturally, in the corner of the room. You stay where you are as a cold sweat showers over you. You are reminded of so many weekends that would follow an industrious week at work, that moment when, emerging blinking into the sunlight with her, you instinctively hide your eyes from the world…
Another fuzzy reawakening after yet another night spent cauterising your nerve endings, dulling your senses and deadening your soul in a soulless night spot.
How did you get here?
A modestly successful trader working for the iconic British broker PPJ your life is rapidly falling apart at the seams. Your fianc̩e has left you and you are left coping with both a spiralling drug habit and spiralling debts, you try in vain to maintain a semblance of normality but the fa̤ade slips a little more with each passing day. It is almost Christmas but you are feeling anything but festive. Your life is a whirlwind of drug-fuelled nights in designer bars wearing designer suits surrounded by designer people with whom you feel no sense of attachment whatsoever, but whose acceptance you are desperate for. In these nocturnal jaunts you accompany your partner in crime Рand self-styled Whirlwind of Fun РStephen Palmerston, desperately trying to fill the gaping void she left in your life. However, you are all too painfully aware that you have willingly forsaken people of substance for people with substances, effortlessly contributing to your own sense of ever-increasing isolation.
Written exclusively in the second person, the reader is placed firmly at the heart of the action in this fast-paced, darkly comic, cautionary tale. A thoroughly modern fable for the fabled excesses of the City.