“I was an addict waiting to happen” – Mick Hall. Twelve and a half years-old, a cask of port, passed out on railway tracks behind his school (the one he rarely attended), abusing his teachers, hospitalised, stomach pumped; it was the best and worst day of his life. The worst, because it opened a door that became virtually impossible to shut and the best, because he discovered the ‘cure’ to his mental and emotional pain; the magic that took him (temporarily) out of suffering and into bliss. This is another fascinating chat about all-things addiction, prison, survival, recovery and hope with TYP favourite, Mick Hall.
