I felt it was quite a legitimate thing to do, considering my circumstances. It was total anonymity, something I hadn’t known since I was seventeen. And as a street addict in London I finally got it. The street was where I chose to live and it was one of the best times of my life because I had no telephone and no address. I had nothing, and even though nobody knew who I was they still treated me like a human being, and for that I was eternally grateful. From the outside, my time on the street may seem like a fall from grace, but for myself I knew I was on my path.