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Within four weeks, I had lost my husband, my house, my job.
I used to break into cars quite a bit. Steal radios, speakers, walk out of Lowes with baskets full of chain saws, carts full of chain saws, just crazy things because I could get dope for them. I had to have my dope to keep go...
She came home and said, “I wrecked your truck today.” Of course, I jumped off the deep end and immediately wanted to go reach for a beer and some drugs to drown out the emotions.
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."
. I was fifteen years old when I first tried a drug called heroin. From that point my life went downhill.
The times I would overdose, and go to the emergency room the doctors would say, “Do you have a death wish?”