I was so close. I had tracked him across

I was so close. I had tracked him across half a continent to his lair. I had lost friends, respect, my family all in relentless pursuit of my objective: find Lucky's Lucky Charms

I needed to know what ingredient made them magically delicious. Sure they're part of a complete breakfast but my charms addiction made me into a giant marshmallow. Now I had Lucky

McSpartacus on my team, I was sure I would crack the code of Lucky Charms' compelling attraction. Our first stop was the home of Agatha Barclay, a destitute but joyous housewife fr

om Dublin, whose great grandad foolishly stole Lucky's pot o' gold & thought he could get away with it. Agatha told me & McSpartacus about the subsequent curse & how Lucky Charms

were actually concocted with white powder so the eaters would crave for them continually. "Isn't that ketamine?" McSpartacus asked. "Oh no, that's different," assured Agatha.

Agatha then went on to say that the white powder was actually "rock candy", the best in all of southern Indiana

as she poured a bit of the powder onto her silver spoon, lit the white substance, and proceeded to drift off into a drug induced hallucination. Agatha saw a

New journey evolving. This one was fifty miles away. She didn't even know the route there, so she called Uber. The train that went there could take her back home. There was time to

Sure enough, the war had ended, the government had closed down all the railroads and prohibited Tibetan throat singing. So she caught the last flight to Tannu-Tuva and her dreams.