So many cringes in the heroin binges, I was coming off the hinges, living on the fringes of my imagination.

Everyone smokes weed, it's fine. But I'm an addict, so it's not fine. I don't wanna be addicted to anything anymore.

When I went to rehab, somebody said to me: 'You're so lucky - normally most people that come here have lost everything and they have to rebuild.' I hadn't really lost anything. I just lost a little bit of respect from my mates.

I've been clean for ages, I'm at the gym all the time, everyone feels good.

My sobriety isn't up for discussion, but as for vices, I seem to hack away at them with my invisible machete from dawn till dusk. The vice of 'more' is an ongoing theme.

Every junkie is like a setting sun.