Miracles for Breakfast

I was lost—in more ways than I can count. I''d lost my way, lost my family, lost my friends. I was totally screwed up from all the acid trips, and the speed and the MDA binges, with strange-coloured animals flitting by me, seeing and hearing things that weren''t there. I knew I had done something to myself, that I had crossed a line. I knew I was messed up in a bad way. I''d seen the end of Danny ...