Addict

‘I wanted to be who I felt I was. Broken. A wreck. Unloveable.’ There’s a moment where life happens. It’s the moment just before making a good decision, or a bad one. For Milton Schorr, just such a moment took place at the age of seventeen, when he found himself squatting on his haunches in a Cape Town flat with a heroin needle in his arm.
A friend sat with him, his thumb on the plunger, and...