Beaten Black and Blue - Knuckles, Auguste
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The hallucinogenic roller coaster of a ride, one man trying to discover his place in this enigmatic labyrinth called life. Upsetting, challenging on the senses, somewhat irrational with a dark sense of humour. An abandoned baby thrown to the wolves, a child beaten black & blue, forced to hide from domestic violence and neglect. The agonizing journey of a tortured soul trying to find his place in the world. Determination and sheer will to overcome all odds, battling drug & alcohol addiction, mental health and all its side dishes, I had no other place to go. To see the light I had to die, after…mehr

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The hallucinogenic roller coaster of a ride, one man trying to discover his place in this enigmatic labyrinth called life. Upsetting, challenging on the senses, somewhat irrational with a dark sense of humour. An abandoned baby thrown to the wolves, a child beaten black & blue, forced to hide from domestic violence and neglect. The agonizing journey of a tortured soul trying to find his place in the world. Determination and sheer will to overcome all odds, battling drug & alcohol addiction, mental health and all its side dishes, I had no other place to go. To see the light I had to die, after several failed attempts at suicide and a near death experience the cold dark blanket still wouldn't let me in. I suppose I had to live, at the end of line with nothing to lose, battered and broken, I finally spoke, a victim, a survivor with something to say to the world, "I'm not alone, we are not alone".
Autorenporträt
It feels very strange to consider myself an author. I didn't set out to become a writer let alone achieve the impossible. Believe it or not, I actual wet myself as I sat my English GCSE exam during the endless summer of 1986. My exam paper resembled wet toilet paper that had been trampled on by a hedgehog, sweating like a dyslexic on countdown. Children who are subjected to neglect, physical and mental abuse inevitably have issues at school. I write because it heals the many wounds of childhood trauma. I write because it heals the scars of war, addiction and my endless struggle with mental health. My life thus far, incomprehensible. I contemplate the simple question many times? how and why I am alive. My birth name I left in the sand dunes of Iraq, the man I became would be the personification of my tormented childhood. The individual I have struggled to be for decades is a man blessed beyond measure. Once you have turned the last page, you decide what you think about this author. My name is Auguste Knuckles, father, husband, friend, chef, soldier, recovered drug addict author and urban poet.