Sitting in the middle of my bed was a pale, hairless creature... The abnormally long fingers of its hands tapered to fine points at the ends. Instead of legs, its lower body formed into a snake-like tail that trailed off the end of the bed. It had small, black, beady eyes and a large black mouth with black teeth. It wasn"t until it started laughing at me that I truly started to panic. Carl Miller saw a demon. His life had been one big party. The drugs were a lark, a high that he never wanted to live without. But that night, the night he almost OD"d, he saw the true reflection of his inner demon. This is a unique story about a boy"s journey into the horrific life of addiction. Chances are you probably know someone just like him. Someone lost in addiction. Someone who, no matter what the consequences, can"t find his or her way out of the grip of their chosen substance. Drugs aren"t simply something they don"t want to live without-they can"t live without them. Author Carl Miller was...