BREAKING GOOD

Melbourne-based Simon Fenech was a champion kickboxer, and committed family man – until he tried crystal meth. Instantly hooked, he was soon dealing drugs to support his $1,000-a-day addiction.

- SIMON FENECH

In this edited extract from his memoir, Simon gives us a glimpse into his incredible story of transformation, rehabilitation and survival after overcoming being shot and stabbed, hunted by underworld drug lords as well as specialist police units and attempting to take his own life five times...

The room was a shithole. The congealed remains of takeaways were piled next to a mattress partially covered by a crumpled sleeping bag and a sweat-stained pillow. Ashtrays overflowed and the smell of unwashed men sat heavily in the air. Dirty crack pipes poked out from between the cushions of two tattered sofas and lay conspicuously on the floor. On the coffee table was a lighter, some clear Ziploc bags and a torn Magic Eraser sponge, while a set of digital scales sat on top of the open safe. This was my office, my bedroom, my den — the hub of my dark existence.

In the corner, away from the window, I sat and stared at a 55-inch monitor. The screen was split into 10 different feeds — all coming from the security cameras I’d recently installed inside and outside the factory and on the roads leading to my wrecking yard. Two mobile phones and a cordless landline lay inactive next to my laptop and printer. On a separate table was a two-way radio on a wavelength dedicated to wreckers and tow-truck operators. There were Post-It notes everywhere: Ring Tyson; Troy H — $300; a mobile phone number with no name attached. Open document binders spilled onto the shelving units and stacks of papers perched precariously on every available inch of desk.