Addictarium by Nicole D'Settēmi

All we have left then, are scraps of experiences crumpled up, torn, ripped, beat up–our souls–and, baring those souls to the world. So what does the street kid have? There isn’t college tuition, no mapped out future, no knowing one’s place in the world. No refinemnent, no education, is going to negate that. I’m a street kid, an impoverished wild child at heart, and always will be in certain ways. This is a way to turn my work into a reflection of that. No matter how sloppy or messy, or horrid, or plain out awful some of these things may seem like to other people, to me they are all part of the experience we call life–the experience–the gift, the hell also,–that it is. And, two–to turn my life into a work of art. The inspiration for all of my work, and especially so with Addictarium, is two main things one, first and foremost to tell the truth. What is the driving force behind your choice to become a writer?