When I get hold of the bastard I'm gonna kill him. If looking at heroin made me violently sick, then I can only imagine how my mum must have been feeling with those drugs in her room.

I've gone into complete shock.

He didn't even pay his fucking rent, and he wasn't a user, a fucking dealer.

I reckon it was easily over an ounce.

I want my money back, and I want him DEAD!