Byron Easy

It s 24 December, 1999. Byron Easy, a poverty-stricken poet half-cut and suicidal sits on a stationary train at King s Cross waiting to depart. In his lap is a bag containing his remaining worldly goods: an empty bottle of red wine, a few books, a handful of crumpled banknotes. He is on the run. Not from the usual writer's trouble money trouble, soul trouble but special trouble, of a type ...