I'd been in Detroit for about five weeks. I was still living on a pull-out couch with some friends, but I'd received my first paycheck and was no longer drinking water for breakfast, lunch and sometimes dinner. Prior to moving, I lived with my parents for about a month. I abandoned my own house very late one night after my now-ex-wife and I went on a bad mushroom trip. By then I think she was already dating one of the dealers living in our basement. She had definitely developed a coke problem. I left Minneapolis around three o'clock in the morning and drove across Wisconsin in a terrible fog. I just couldn't take it anymore: that city – the whole state of Minnesota held nothing for me without her.