Pete Harley

52 jobs. One overdose. A thousand resurrections. Writer, survivor, truth-teller. 52 Jobs Later — the story that wouldn’t stay buried.

[Pete Harley @52JobsLater]

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[Pete Harley @52JobsLater]

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[Pete Harley @52JobsLater]

This actually happened. Amsterdam, 1998. 52 Jobs Later is the memoir. Link in bio. #memoir #TrueStory #amsterdam #52JobsLater #darkhumour #humour #britishmemoir

[Pete Harley @52JobsLater]

I didn’t grow up rebellious.
I grew up unheard.
There’s a difference.

52 jobs later, I finally understand it.

Part 1: Surviving the Empire is live.
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[Pete Harley @52JobsLater]

52 jobs, more if you count some binned by lunch. Streets swept, pints pulled, pallets knackered me. Chased freedom, found the same ghosts. Rock bottom’s a mirror, mate. I stopped running, heard the quiet. That’s the book: mess in, man out. #Memoir #NarrativeNF #TrueStory

[Pete Harley @52JobsLater]

"52 jobs, more if you count the ones I binned pre-lunch. Swept streets, pulled pints, split my hands on pallets, chased borders—same ghosts. Rock bottom’s a mirror. I stopped legging it, heard the quiet. That’s 52 Jobs Later." #Memoir #NarrativeNF #TrueStory

[Pete Harley @52JobsLater]

"52 jobs, more if you count gigs dead by lunch. Escapes became lessons. Rain-soaked broom, dodgy pints, split palms, same ghosts abroad. Rock bottom’s a mirror, mate. Stopped legging it, heard the still bit. That’s the man I became." #Memoir #NarrativeNF #TrueStory

[Pete Harley @52JobsLater]

“I’ve had 52 jobs, more if you count the ones that didn’t last lunch. Streets swept, pints pulled for the half-cut and half-happy, pallets shifted. Rock bottom’s a mirror. I stopped legging it and listened. 52 Jobs Later: the mess made the man.” #Memoir #NarrativeNF #TrueStory

[Pete Harley @52JobsLater]

"52 jobs—plus the ones I binned by lunch. Swept in the rain, pulled pints for punters, lugged pallets till my hands bled; chased borders, same ghosts. Rock bottom’s a mirror. Stopped legging it. Listened. Found the bloke, not the mess." #Memoir #NarrativeNF #TrueStory

[Pete Harley @52JobsLater]

“52 jobs, some binned by lunch. Swept rain, pulled pints for the half-barmy, lugged pallets till my hands split, legged it across borders, same ghosts. Rock bottom’s a mirror. I stopped running, heard the still bit. That’s the bloke I became. #Memoir #NarrativeNF #TrueStory”

[Pete Harley @52JobsLater]

"52 jobs, more if you count the ones I sacked off by lunch. Legged it—turns out rock bottom’s a mirror. Streets, pints, pallets, borders: same ghosts, cheeky sods. Survival ain’t sprinting. It’s stopping. 52 Jobs Later: the bloke the mess built." #Memoir #NarrativeNF #TrueStory

[Pete Harley @52JobsLater]

"52 jobs, more if you count the shifts that died by lunch. Every escape turned lesson I weren’t ready for. Grafted, poured pints, legged it abroad—same bloody ghosts. Rock bottom’s a mirror. Stopped, listened. Found the still bit. That’s the book." #Memoir #NarrativeNF #TrueStory

[Pete Harley @52JobsLater]

"52 jobs — more if you count the ones I binned by lunch. Every escape plan turned lesson. Swept streets in the rain, pulled pints, grafted till my hands split. Rock bottom’s not a place, it’s a mirror. I stopped. Listened. Found the still bit." #Memoir #NarrativeNF #TrueStory

[Pete Harley @52JobsLater]

"52 jobs, more if you count the gigs I binned before lunch. Thought I was legging it; turns out rock bottom’s a mirror. Streets swept, pints pulled, hands split. Same ghosts. Survival ain’t sprinting, it’s shutting up and listening. Still, innit." #Memoir #NarrativeNF #TrueStory

[Pete Harley @52JobsLater]

"52 jobs, plus those I binned before lunch. Swept streets, poured pints split hands on pallets. Thought survival was legging it; it's stopping. Rock bottom isn't a place, it's a mirror. Under the noise, something still. That's the bloke I became." #Memoir #NarrativeNF #TrueStory

[Pete Harley @52JobsLater]

“52 jobs, some binned before lunch. Every escape turned lesson. Swept in rain, poured pints for the half-mad, split my hands on pallets, crossed borders—same bloody ghosts. Rock bottom’s a mirror. I stopped, listened. Found the stillness.” #Memoir #NarrativeNF #TrueStory

[Pete Harley @52JobsLater]

"I've had 52 jobs—more if you count gigs that died before lunch. Swept rain, poured pints for the half-mad, split my hands on pallets. Rock bottom's a mirror. Stopped legging it, heard the quiet. 52 Jobs Later: not the mess, the bloke I became." #Memoir #NarrativeNF #TrueStory

[Pete Harley @52JobsLater]

"52 jobs, plus the ones I sacked off before lunch. Swept streets in the rain, poured pints for the half-mad. Rock bottom ain't a place, it's a mirror. I ran for years; turns out survival's standing still and listening. Mess made me. Man, too." #Memoir #NarrativeNF #TrueStory

[Pete Harley @52JobsLater]

"I've had 52 jobs, more if you count the shifts that didn’t last till lunch. Swept in the rain, poured pints for the half-cut, chased freedom over borders and met the same ghosts. Rock bottom’s a mirror, mate. I stopped legging it and listened." #Memoir #NarrativeNF #TrueStory