Gwil James Thomas from Bristol, England left school at 19. He wrote a novel, Captains of Sinking Ships mostly on sanitary napkins and barf bags. He's in Spain now taking care of a dog, he hopes he doesn't have to eat. He estimates that he’ll be happily retired by 25 and dead by 30. He doesn’t believe in curses.
“The pub was rich in stories, they spanned geography, lovers, creeds, religions, everything. Dictated they’d take up novels, but every night we ended it in three words - fuck it all.”