Kind of easy for me, because it's so scary, gross, dirty, and no one fucks with it-you don't go for a pizza and someone puts heroin in front of you.

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

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

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 was like a clock that had exploded- my springs were hanging out, my hands were cockeyed, and my numbers were falling off.

Every junkie is like a setting sun.