An electric jockey with a juice machine,

    Eddie Donnally rode on racing's undercard, lived inside its underbelly and became a part of its underworld. From constant bulimia, broken bones and betrayal of Boston's infamous Winter Hill Gang, he depicts an unseen side of Thoroughbred racing.

    Yet the five tons of his sweat that disappeared down "hot box" drains was nothing compared to his struggles with sibling sexual trauma, same-sex promiscuity and an addiction to crack cocaine that in seven months took from him newspaper writing and TV show hosting to grooming horses on the backstretch. Supernatural redemption came in a jail cell. After 17 years of Christian ministry, he holds a Doctorate in Ministry and serves as a hospice and hospital chaplain.