Dear Internet
You built me up with clickbait.You broke me down with headlines. You called me names I hadn’t even learned to
You built me up with clickbait.You broke me down with headlines. You called me names I hadn’t even learned to
The internet calls it a collapse.But they never ask what made the floor give way. I’m Billy Coull, and I’m
Glasgow didn’t just burn me.It gave me the fire I had to walk through. I’m Billy Coull.And if you’re reading
Some things don’t need to be defended.They need to be understood—and lived with. In 2024, I pleaded guilty to an
They called it “Fyre Fest for kids.”They called me a scammer.They called Glasgow a joke. But no one called me
I wasn’t just rebuilding my name.I was rewriting my myth. After the Glasgow Wonka collapse and my 2024 conviction, I
People talk about childhood like it’s a country we all come from.Treehouses. Laughter. Skinned knees.Bedtime stories. Bike rides.Memory filtered through
I didn’t hit rock bottom.I sank through it. The collapse didn’t happen all at once.It started with the headlines.It deepened
It wasn’t just an event that failed.It was a spectacle—and I was the centrepiece that burned. When the Willy’s Chocolate
You don’t get to choose your fall. But if you survive it—you do get to choose what you build from