“You are a drug addict,” she cried out hoarsely as she swung around to glare at me. “You are killing yourself and you are killing me!” “No.” I shook my head, desperately refuting her words. “It’s going to be okay.” “Look at what’s happening to your life!” she all but screamed. “You’ve been kicked off the hurling team. You’re failing at school. You’re constantly off your head. You’ve lost yourself, Joe. You promised me that you’d stay, but you’re not here anymore. I bet you don’t even know what day it is.”
