Southpaw

Dennis Gilfeather a young Scottish pugilist who practices the noble art of boxing....There seemed to be a huge gaping hole inside of me. I wanted some answers but didnt know where to look. I felt like there was a huge worldwide conspiracy afoot to keep me in a state of utter confusion, making me so numb that I had no choice but to give up and let the experts get on with it. What a wonderful thing democracy is. You can say what you want as long as you do as youre told. It all seemed so superficial, so inadequate. Where would it all lead? Lying in some hospital bed in thirty years time, dying of some disease of civilization; up to my neck in debt, alcoholism, depression, loneliness and insanity. There had to be more to life than this.I am talking about liberation here. Freedom from the bondage of self. Freedom from our blinkered, prejudiced, opinionated thoughts. If you always do what youve always done, youll always get what you always got. The more stoned I got, the more abstract yet somehow meaningful it all became. We were one and the same. I was he. He was me. That bald little Chinese monk on TV was beckoning me to follow the path, the way of the warrior, the way of the Grasshopper. The monk was right; change was the natural way of the universe. Things were not always as they appeared to be. A young Scottish boxer breaks away from the shackles of his environment, only to find himself mixed up with heroin smuggling in Asia. A story of violence, prison, fear and desperation, which leads to inner reflection and finally redemption.