In the writing of Coming Clean, over fifteen years, I had several titles in mind, but God gave me Coming Clean. When arrested by the police, you're taken to an interrogation room, and an officer comes into the room. He tells you to come clean. Well, using heroin for twenty-seven years, I was able to elude the law, but I wasn't able to elude God. God sat me down and said to me, "Come clean." A further confirmation that God picks the title is when I went to a local art school, and I told the class of my mental idea for the cover of the book, and what I needed was for them to use their artistic talents to put my mental picture on paper. About twenty-five students submitted their work. The first drawing I saw I knew it was the one that I'll use. You see, I snorted heroin for that twenty-seven years. If you notice, the word clean is coming from my nose. The student was not aware of this. I had not told her. God has been with me throughout this process step-by-step.
