Milk-Blood: A Father's Choice the Family's Price

And how do you think youd turn out if your father was a convicted heroin trafficker? For a reasonably smart guy Ive done some dumb shit but Ive got nothing on my father. His choice in Bangkok to not flush the heroin was how my life started. But Ill be damned if its going to define me. Dont get me wrong - Im no angel ask anyone who knows me but I had to get completely lost so I could find myself. Adrian Simon Milk-Blood This is not your standard memoir. I am the son of Warren Fellows the infamous heroin trafficker who was imprisoned in the Big Tiger in Bangkok and who later published his internationally bestselling memoir The Damage Done. There is a good chance you or someone you know has read it but like all good stories there are two sides. Milk-Blood tells the other side. While my father languished behind foreign bars for 12 years I was forced to grow up fast and my mother had to take on some pretty soul-destroying stuff in order to keep us above ground. Thing is when the flash cars the big bucks and the international lifestyle are stripped away people who claim to have had your back turn on you. Society the media they didnt care that I was just a kid. But unlike my fathers choices the risks my mother took were out of love not greed. As soon as I was able I took off overseas to discover myself along the way pushing all limits both mind and body. Turns out I inherited the same wild streak both my parents have and I learnt first hand how to turn an average set of cards into a winning hand. Albeit at a high cost. There are natural storytellers and then there are people who have lived a story. The real question that faced me every single day: Would I grow up to repeat the mistakes of my father? Everyone expected me to crash and burn. Who wouldnt through all this dysfunction? If you enjoyed watching Breaking Bad and the story of Pablo Escobar in Narcos then I think youll enjoy this family epic - a powerful read if I may say so myself. No bars are held here - I tell you intimately how it really was. And I dont come out the hero trust me! But I dont turn out too damn bad either. Why did I write this? Honestly? To shine a light on the invisible people like my mother who endured the unimaginable. Ive been humbled by life but now Im staking my claim. A persons reach should always exceed their grasp.