by Jon-Pat Myers (Author)
"It's all Johnny Rotten's fault! If I had been facing a different direction or chewing gum none of this would have happened. I might have gone on to better things and won the Nobel prize or found the cure to cancer. As it happened, I didn't do any of those things, and I place the blame squarely on the shoulders of the Sex Pistols."
Jon-Pat Myers is not a writer. He'd be the first to tell you that. This book was created using a Dictaphone, a cellphone, and an antiquated laptop. At his own request, it has not been professionally edited. It is raw. Like JP's life. Brought to you from the back alleys of Hillbrow, and from the war-torn streets of Israel.
"This is simply my story, and although I have omitted certain things for personal reasons and have refrained as much as possible from taking a particular stance in hindsight or foresight, all of it is true and I leave it to the reader to formulate their own opinions."