The usual
I was addicted to many great and destructive things in my youth.

The worst however, got me into the deep end for some nasty dealings in my past. Starting with the need to steal for fun. I'd break in to houses, not for need or want, but the thrill of smashing someones treasured sanctuary. I made some great friends with like minded people, which took us on many a great journey.
However, one particular house we were particuarly off our heads, my so called 'friends' turned on me by leaving me trapped in the home.
Unfortunate for me, it transpired the homeowner was also there, but was seriously hurt - I was blamed and imprisoned for some time. Not fun for someone in his mid-teens!

Years later the partner of said homeowner caught me as I walked past, offered for a chat - I was a changed man, though skint and homeless and he seemed genuine, so I obliged at the offer, who could say no to some food at the expense of grovelling.
However, It later turned out that vengance wasn't out of the question when I was shut away after using the facilities.
I was absolutely bottling it, I had been duped. I had killed this poor blokes wife, paid my time, now living as a bum and now he still wants to make me pay after all this time.
I didn't want to chance this mans idea of whatever torture I had to endure.
Since the mishap, I began to feel very low in myself. I can't see much in the future, and I felt that any second something terrible is going to happen to me.

This was it.

It was then I had a realisation, I knew what I had to do, and what I had wanted to do, and that was to do myself in; to snuff it, to blast off for ever out of this wicked, cruel world. One moment of pain perhaps and, then, sleep forever, and ever and ever. I threw myself out of the upstairs window.

I didn't remember much after that, apart from the ground. I hit it hard.
It was a while, but I found myself waking up in a hospital bed. Relieved it wasn't in a sack or... back in that room.

I've still had the craving... the want for that rush I had those years back. Yet I can never face going through with it, for you see my friends, I've been cured.

I was cured, all right!
(FunOnABun Smears lard on you!, Sat 20 Dec 2008, 16:36, 5 replies)

Why
do I get the feeling thats a song?
(kitescreech still here, Sat 20 Dec 2008, 16:42, closed)

Hmmm
I'm tempted to say A Clockwork Orange?
(Martin1337 was trying and failing to be funny at, Sat 20 Dec 2008, 16:44, closed)

Very loosly trimmed
You got it. Was a very short version, but my real addictions were just repeats of others.
(Yes, I don't smoke, caffine needs near-leathal amounts for a fix, porn is a messy subject, etc, etc.)

Only wanted the closing line really.
(FunOnABun Smears lard on you!, Sat 20 Dec 2008, 17:20, closed)

Oh,
eeeeeeee! A Clockwork Orange, right? Took me a reread to get it - brilliant. Have a click.
(ifonly, Sat 20 Dec 2008, 22:18, closed)

Brilliant!
Well done old droog.. Have a clicky
(Beer Elf Thought this was like a campfire, anyhow, on, Sun 21 Dec 2008, 10:11, closed)