We are all of us like that boy sometimes. I mean we all carry something inside us that can be rejected; that can look silver in the light. You can deny it, or try and throw it in the garbage by all means. You can despise it so much you drink yourself halfway to death. At the end of the day, though, the only thing to do is take a hold of yourself, to gather up the broken parts. That's where recovery begins. Thats when the second life -- the good one -- starts.