I live at the top of a three story building. In a two bed apartment I can't afford.

The owner inhabits the rest of the house. Twice this month he's asked me for rent.

Perfectly natural you probably think. But it’s something he’s never asked me before.

I usually pay as and when. In dribs and drabs if at all. And yes. I know. That’s wrong.

But like everything else in life there’s history. I never applied for my flat.

When I first left Uni and started work. I had no money. I slept in doorways.

Evenings I busked. I coped okay. Apart from feeling scared and lonely. Then ...

One very wet night a guy offered help. A place to live rent free he said until my pay cheque arrived.

I’d seen him before. He’d often tossed money. A couple of times he’d brought me food.

More desperate than stupid I knew the score. That night I slept in a bed.

When you're broke and alone with nowhere to go - It's easy to make mistakes.

Adam ... x