Good listener

I was on Regent St. A guy approached me and said: "Bruv! Give me a free lift to Piccadilly Circus! I'm homeless and I've got foot infection! That's why I'm not comfortable to walk!" I recognised him straight away. "You know, last time I saw you, you were a lost and robbed student from ... As for the infection I'm recommending you that athlete foot powder, you can buy it pretty cheap in Tesco!" "I'm telling the truth! I used to study in ... but now I've been homeless for two weeks... It's not my fault you see.. The infection is a result of having my shoes on all the time..." His speech was very convincing and his slightly stoned eyes shone with intelligence. "Nobody can be homeless unless he wants it. You are young, you are not stupid, you've got hands and legs..." "I know! Forget the lift! I just want to talk to you for a while." I was cycling slowly down the road and he kept walking next to me on the pavement. "I'll tell you the truth! I used to live in London before, for about twelve years. I got connected with some dangerous people. You know: plastic cards fraud, drugs etc. I was doing things for them across UK. Finally I wanted to quit. The thing is though, that such a thing is not possible. They always come back to you and you can't refuse them. You know too much about their business. If they get in any trouble with the Police, knowing that you are quitting they would think you grassed up on them and they will eliminate you. I was determined to separate from them. I wanted to study. I finished some collage. My grades weren't that good, but I managed to enroll in University of... I come from a wealthy family. Back home my father has three houses and a store in a big shopping center. All that is rented. Since I open my eyes for the thirst time I always had anything I wanted." I stopped now in the beginning of Brewer St. "Don't get upset!" He asked me. "I just want to tell you all this for I haven't spoken with anybody for a while and you are a good listener... I was studying in ... for five years. Finally my grandma died and I started to do drugs again. Hard drugs. You know what is a Speedball? I was injecting as well... Before, in London I managed to hide all that shit I was doing from my mom. She didn't know anything. In ... I lost control. I dropped from university. Finally I overdosed and was in hospital in coma for three days. When I woke up I saw my mom by my bed crying. She just couldn't understand how come things turned up this way. I promised her it won't happen again. I got back to university. I kept doing drugs though. I also spent money on girls etc. I dropped from university again. Now all the profit my father was making back home was split between me and my brother. It was good money but we kept asking for more and more. Finally my mother lost her patience. She said that the amount they send us monthly was enough to provide for 6 - 7 people back home. I decided to be self-dependent. My mom has a three bedroom house in London in a decent area. I came back to London but I was too proud to stay with her. I wanted to make my own living. Through some family connections I got a job. I checked adverts in a few offlicences and I found a very cheap one bedroom flat, not far from my mom's place. I thought it was a mistake for the price was only a £100 per week. I called that number and I got an appointment with that guy. I arrived to that address and the guy was waiting for me. He had a fat BMW and wore an expensive looking suit. He showed me that flat. It was small but newly refurbished and clean. I said to him that for sure there was a mistake about price and he answered that the price was correct. We filled in tenancy agreement, checked all the meters and called all the suppliers to give them my details. I owed him £800 - £400 for the first month and £400 as a deposit. I needed to extend my overdraft limit to get that much but my bank agreed to it. I thought I was sorted. I went to work, came back home, cooked something, went to sleep. Next day I went to work again, when I came back home there was some guy in there. He saw me and asked: 'Who the fuck are you?!' 'I'm the tenant, who the fuck are you?!' 'I'm the landlord!' 'No you are not!' We went to a Police station. Apparently that crook came to the true tenant, with his expensive looking suit on and driving his fat BMW. He wanted to rent that flat but he said he was in trouble. He took that landlord to a hole-in-a-wall and showed him seven grand in his account. Than he presented him a fake letter with Metropolitan Police logo on it, saying that his account was frozen due to him receiving a big transfer from abroad. It seemed like he was a victim of some anti money laundering procedure. The landlord believed him and gave him two weeks to sort that out and to catch up with the rent.
The cheat was already known in the area. Someone even got his number plate details but car turned out to be rented. I had no place to go so I slept in a park that night. When I woke up my golden chain, my watch, my I Phone and £90 from my wallet were all gone. I tried to get a benefit but I missed an appointment - I got there only seven minutes late! So here I am. Only my brother knows about it. My mom thinks I'm in ... She's abroad now, visiting her sister. I told you she had that three bedroom flat in London. I've got a key to it. I go there twice a week just to take a shower. I went to see a doctor and I got registered as a drug addict. He said my addiction was very light. I got a methadone prescription. Only 20 mil daily. It's all right. When I need money I just beg. Yesterday in six hours I made £180! I spent all that on drugs and girls... I'm here, you see, just to get out of it. Drugs keep me warm and make me feel good on the street, time is passing faster." I moved on and he kept walking by my side. Finally I saw some guys and went to ask if they were looking for anything. Minutes after I spotted him walking down the road with another crackhead.