Hey, it's Leah. Leah Dickson. That's right. Don't adjust your...whatever device you're hearing this on. It's me, live and in stereo. No return engagements, no encore, and this time, absolutely no requests. Get a snack. Settle in. Because I'm about to tell you the story of my life. More specifically, why my life ended. And if you're listening to this tape you're one of the reasons why. I'm not saying which tape brings you into the story. But fear not, if you received this lovely little box, your name will pop up. I promise.
Reason 1: my da left
When a wis joost a wee barra my da wis in eh jail. My maw was feart tae fart roon him. When a was in my mas belly my da got done for shanking some cunt but he never acto done it.
He wis a bit ae a junkie but it wis cool I didny mind. A came hame fae school my hair stuck tae my heed n wis wearing black shoes wae white socks don't start am fae gyt I'll slash ye but don't grass on me. Anywiy my da telt me he wis going to the shoap fur snout end up he went fur a score a gear n fucked off.
