Storm arrived in NYC in the winter of 1991. He left Scotland after a troubled youth and sought out a new life in America. With only $400, a backpack and a tremendous grit and courage Storm embarked on the amazing adventure of being an immigrant teenager in a neon city full of hope, despair, sex, money and power. Pre 911, I EAT NEON reek's of a poet discovering himself, forgiving and pushing himself. Originally written on napkins, pizza boxes and scraps of paper Storm had no intention of ever publishing these or even sharing them. They are his private confessions of longing, sex, connection and love. But why the title?
“ when I was living in new york I had very little money. I was moving from apartment to sofa to floor all over the city and had no food, But the romance and neon zeitgeist of NYC nourished me and my imagination. I couldn't get enough of it.. I ate it up and knew it was the time of my life, so I had to write it down " Storm says.
