'That night, back at my flat, I heard the buzzer go. Assuming it to be Donna, who had been out, I opened the stair and house doors. A few minutes later, my auld man stood in the doorway with tears in his eyes. It was the first time he'd ever been to my flat. He moved over to me and held me in a crushing grip, sobbing, and repeating - Ma laddie. It felt a world or two better than: "Well, there's nothing tae say."
‘I cried loudly and unselfconsciously. As with Donna, so with my family. We have found an intimacy which may have otherwise elduded us. I wish I hadn’t waited so long to become a human being. Better late than never, though, believe you me.
‘There’s some kids playing out in the back, the strip of grass laminated an electric green by the brilliant sunlight. The sky is a delicious clear blue. Life is beautiful. I’m going to enjoy it, and I’m going to have a long life. I’ll be what the medical staff call a long-term survivor. I just know that I will.’ – Irvine Welsh, Trainspotting
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