How to turn forty
If I’m honest, I never expected to make it to forty. I actually thought I was going to die before I was twenty-one.
This wasn’t because I was struck down with a terminal illness, or my childhood was riddled with gun-toting gangs curiously high on illegal substances. I’d just read a book called ‘Palmistry for You’ at my Mum’s house when I was nine, then convinced myself I had an exceptionally short lifeline.