The Hunger has one language and it is the language of excess. Lincoln gave The Hunger everything he had and still it wanted more. It wanted his life.
Hidden from the London tourists lies a demi-monde of decadence where a man can party to excess for as long as his wallet allows.
Lincoln was in charge of sales and marketing for a famous men's club in Soho, connecting wealthy punters with hopeful girls. He held private sex parties for city bankers and worked his way through an endless supply of beautiful young women, breaking beds and smashing toilets along the way. But even that was not enough to satisfy The Hunger. Lincoln wanted more coke and more women, even old women. And he devoured them.
Driven to drink more, snort more, fight more and f**ck more, Lincoln pushed his body to the point of collapse and then he pushed it further. When you're possessed by The Hunger, is there ever a way out?
This raw, brutal and honest account of one man's addiction to excess is a tale of terrifying madness.
