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"The place that was a dark place to start with became my refuge."
I was really trying to explore and find out if God, if God was real.
Dad would be like; “Yeah I will be at your event. I will be at your wrestling match.” He wouldn’t show up.
When my dad was struggling for his life, he went out into the yard to put himself out and the neighbors came to help extinguish the fire. Dad wanted to pray. Dad wanted to pray for my brother.
I had never prostituted before and I was going to go down there for the first time and do it.
"By the time I was in puberty I had one foot in the homosexual world, one in the heterosexual world, and I didn’t know how I got there."
My dad committed the crime of first degree murder on August 14, 1996, which is my birthday, and he went to prison.
I was moving around twenty, thirty, sometimes forty pounds of marijuana a month. I was eighteen years old. I had money. I had friends.
They were told I was really small, that I had a heart condition, and that my growth had been so impaired I looked like a two year old. There answer was, “We think God wants us to take him.”
When I arrived home I asked my brother, “Hey let’s get together. Let’s go out and drink. Dad’s dying. We need to go party.”