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A lot of people would ask the question; “So tell me when I’m going to die.” What I learned was, that the more important question is; “When are we going to start living?”
I decided I was going to get up and I decided I was going to get in my car and drive up Glendora Mountain Road where teenagers would always drive drunk, and every few years someone would end up driving off a cliff.
I had a big head and a big attitude to go along with it. I had the house, cars, the boat; the middle class dream. All of a sudden I started making some real bad choices.
“Mr. Henson, I don’t know what you’ve been doing, but I wish you’d tell me. Your blood is better than mine.
"I had an ankle bracelet put on and I couldn’t drink. That year was the greatest year of my life"
As you can imagine, I got very depressed. I pulled my car in one of those garages and tried to kill myself.
That’s the key thing here and when someone says they’re gay or homosexual, that is now saying; “That is my identity.”
I got a hold of some LSD. That was a real turning point in my life. That was like so different for me that it seemed to open up this whole dimension of the spirit realm that I have never really been aware of before. Of course...
My dad committed the crime of first degree murder on August 14, 1996, which is my birthday, and he went to prison.
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.”