An electric jockey with a juice machine, Eddie Donnally rode n racing’s undercard, lived inside its underbelly and became 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, The five tons of his sweat that disappeared down hotbox drains was nothing compared to his same sex promiscuity and an addiction to crack cocaine that in seven months took him newspaper writing and TV show hosting to “rubbing horses” on the backstretch. Supernatural redemption came in jail cell. After 22 years of Christian ministry, he is a hospice and hospital chaplain. Free on Kindle.