Miserable Bastards (Part 3) You can read part one here: https://paulandrewsneddon.com/2025/07/12/wake-up-juice/ And Part Two here: https://paulandrewsneddon.com/2025/07/23/the-price-of-books/ The bar is dark; neon lights flicker. Someone leaves, and a shaft of late summer natural light breaks in.Ugh, someone shut that door. I take a sip of my drink, house whisky, some kind of liquid. Fuck knows what thisContinue reading “The Bar is Sinking”
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The Price of Books
Miserable Bastards (Part 2) You can read part one here: https://paulandrewsneddon.com/2025/07/12/wake-up-juice/ I look at the two suits I’ve got hanging on the rack, wrapped in plastic.I pull on my jeans, t-shirt, hoodie. Trainers.Standard operating procedure.And I’m out on the street.Bright Glasgow sunshine. What gives?Could get used to this.I’m not wearing sunglasses, just going for aContinue reading “The Price of Books”
Burn Brighter
Flick the lighter.A familiar click.Flame.Warmth.Close it,Gone.Look at the side:Black.Blue skull.Life.Death.Old couch.Empty house.But the flame,It’s still there.Somewhere.Flick it open.It sparks back,Burn brighter. (c) Paul Andrew Sneddon
Heart
The clouds clear above our little quiet streets.There’s songs in the bricks,Stories in the air,In the cracked pavement,The number 11 bus.In the silence, the air holds you differently,it holds you close, but not too close,lets you be you.As I look into your summer eyes,alive with sunshine and laughter and love,the sweetest,toughest love,yours and mine together.FrontContinue reading “Heart”
Wake Up Juice
Miserable Bastards (Part One): A writer wakes up with a hangover, no plan and a ceiling that’s due to collapse. One second,Two seconds,Three seconds,Four seconds. Time slips away. I open my eyes. The morning is bright.Too bright. Am I alive? My mouth is dry.My head hurts. I can see the patch on the ceiling whereContinue reading “Wake Up Juice”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 