Scott McNamara

He was like my housemate.

He started foaming at the mouth, convulsing, and he basically died in my arms.

I held him.

as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he died in my arms.

So he got taken off in an ambulance dead and I stood in that street and I watched the ambulance drive away and I began to convulse.

Same thing started happening with me.

It was just too pure cocaine and my high turned upside down and I had a high tolerance for cocaine.

There was a guy, very well-known gangster in Liverpool, he said, I've never seen anyone take as much cocaine as Scott and he was a heavy cocaine addict.

So I had a very high tolerance for it but I guess it flipped me watching what happened to him flip my high, right?

And I literally felt like I was going to die.

I then see the gate to hell ahead in the distance.

It was like this dark abyss.

It was like an entry point to this darkness.

And I could feel under my skin this fear like I'd never felt before.

And I'm suddenly moving towards this entry point like I'm on a treadmill that doesn't end.

At speed, I'm thinking I've got about 60 seconds and I'm going to be in this dark abyss.

And I prayed, God, keep me alive.

Keep Stephen alive, my friend, and I'll turn to you.

That was my prayer.

Please keep us alive and I'll turn to you.