Most drug dealers make less money than your average unskilled worker; however, there is a common misconception that everyone in the industry is regularly raking in the profits. Trevor sells meth, follows the Australian protagonist’s life after his birth at a Brisbane hospital in 1981.

The majority of the novel is set throughout the nineties, and it reads like a work of fiction even though everything between these pages actually happened. It explores the reasons why certain children are more likely to become involved with crime, as well as the spiralling consequences of living with a mental illness.

Dive into a world of juvenile delinquency and true crimes that involved bank robbers, safe crackers, skinheads, gang members, strippers, bikies, hitmen, and junkies. Unusual sexual situations, along with sheets of acid, live amongst the unrestrained words.

Have you ever wondered how much a pack of cigarettes cost in QLD in 1992 or asked yourself when smoking became outlawed in shopping centres? Everything in this book is historically accurate. It explains the mechanics behind why meth can be pink, as well as why some people’s pores constantly smell like cat piss.

What really went on at the Market Day riots? How did a monstrous Queensland premier legally mine Aboriginal land and drill for oil at the Great Barrier Reef? When did the Australian government decide that it was OK to poison its own citizens in an effort to contaminate precursors? Why is ephedrine-based meth no longer common?This book is not for people standing on the edge of a bridge, although it may stop an at-risk individual from ever reaching that position in the first place. Come and experience a first-hand account of the tragedy that awaited a confused boy who wasn’t groomed to be his best.

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