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Insomnia Collection
Insomnia Collection
Insomnia Collection
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Insomnia Collection

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Four stories about a drug addict named Insomnia. This collection contains his run ins with the mafia, law enforcement, A&E doctors, S&M junkies and even other addicts as well as a few more. Survival is his only desire, yet events seem to always conspire to make this difficult. That's the life that Insomnia lives.

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Release dateAug 26, 2011
ISBN9781465709875
Insomnia Collection
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Kenneth Guthrie

Kenneth Guthrie is a writer of sci-fi, fantasy and crime novels.Profile image credit: Vincent Gerbouin at Pexels.com

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    Insomnia Collection - Kenneth Guthrie

    RUNNING PARANOID

    "Damn! You got us two? Shit, we can make these fuckers do some sordid shit together." The small man laughed and took his money. He had just condemned Insomnia and Biscuit to a world of hurt.

    FUCK THE WORLD

    Insomnia woke up. That he had slept at all was a testament to how much coke he had injected last night. He groaned and put his hand on his head.

    Fuck you, world.

    He reached over for the bottle of cheap whisky and pills he kept beside his bed. The whisky went down harsh and sour and the pills took effect after a bit. Anti-depressant cocktails were one of Insomnia's favorite morning refreshers.

    He looked over at the clock. 12:17 on a Friday.

    He rolled out of bed. It was time to get some more drugs.

    SOGGY BISCUIT

    Insomnia pulled his shit brown Dodge with black spray painted racing strips into the drive way of the South Side apartment block. He better be fucken' home, Insomnia thought.

    He looked in his side mirrors, checked the locks on the doors then checked again before getting out of the car. He was feeling paranoid; that wasn't a good sign.

    He stumbled towards the stairs. Why does it have to be so damn bright? He always worried about his skin. He almost never went outside if he didn't need to work or get drugs during the day. Sunlight was his enemy.

    It took him half an hour to get to the top floor. Why the fuck does he want to live on the top floor anyway? The guy he was going to see was a worse pill head than he was. It probably took him an hour to clear the stairs on a bad day.

    He banged on the door.

    Open up!

    No one came to the door. Insomnia banged harder. Fucking punk, open up!

    The window popped open to his side.

    Is that you, Insomnia?

    Insomnia took one look at the face pressed against the window and went berserk.

    Who the hell do you think it is? he screamed.

    The fat face of the man inside disappeared and the door opened slowly.

    Just checking. You can never really be sure, Biscuit said.

    Insomnia ignored him and pushed inside. He started searching among the empty boxes of noodles on the kitchen table. After a minute he gave up.

    Ok, where are the drugs?

    Biscuit brought his fat fuck body

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