"In the most calm voice Melinda said, “Jesus.” She wasn't even looking at us but out toward the station."
Really, I wanted to die. I was doing all the things that were killing me anyway. I had so much pain, hurt, and hatred I didn’t know how to process any of it.
We have a phrase in Spanish that translates in English as, “If you live by the sword, you will most likely die by the sword.”, or, it could be “...you will die by the gun.”, whichever is your weapon of choice.
By the time I got to the jail I was already ready to hear the gospel. I didn’t know what it was. I didn’t know who. I didn’t know about this whole thing of being born again. I had heard about it, but I had never really inquir...
When I was about twelve or thirteen years old I heard my grandfather say, “The only good white man is a dead one.”
I’ve never in my life felt so wanted and so and so needed and so desirable.
I would take guys into restaurants and everybody knew to take off their hats. One of the guys, who I still talk to, asked me, “Why do you pray? You know what we do here, right? We sell drugs. Why do you pray? Our business is ...
"I got into buying drugs from the mafia in New York and selling drugs on college campuses. Just raising all the hell that I could at a young age."
They took me to the dessert out in Tucson, AZ and tried to make me dig a hole. They were going to bury me in the hole. So I told them; “Kill me and dig it yourself.”