Dmae makes you feel like you have to get out there and start gathering up stories like lost pennies on the sidewalk. There’s much beauty and pathos here. Tea Cup explains a fistfight and Miracle describes the numbing thoughts that go through your head when lying with a john. In one of the piece’s best scenes, the girls take Dmae into a toilet stall to show her how Crystal Meth is packaged. The story of Miracle brings you a world of experience that doesn’t come along very often—with such directness and lack of editorializing—in other media. This is what journalism should aspire to. I’ll never eat a Little Debbie cake again without thinking of Miracle.