He's a smackhead, look at him. 68 cold turkeys later, still no joy. I'll sell all my own stuff, I WONT STEAL, everything but my music cos that get's me through it. Mum is gutted, arr lass is broken inside. Shud really leave. I'm on the Methadone now, life is better. I walk past the smackheads now, but they don't recognise me.