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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.
So we just left. I had no shows booked, I had no nothing. We didn’t have enough money to get to Nashville, so it was like; “Alright Lord, let’s see what you can do.”
I had never prostituted before and I was going to go down there for the first time and do it.
I was moving around twenty, thirty, sometimes forty pounds of marijuana a month. I was eighteen years old. I had money. I had friends.
It seemed like the more money I made, the less likely it would ever be that I would ever have another lifestyle or anything away from the culture that I was in. During that time I felt something tugging at my soul and I didn’...
I never paid for gas. I never paid for my food; not even at convenience stores. I didn’t pay for the cokes I got. I would steal cases of beer at time, leather coats, my Prom dress.
We lost our house and moved into an apartment complex where the police department was there every night and there were gun shots and squirrels literally in the cupboards.
"I was poor when I was young so I did everything to become rich now. I was unloved when I was young so I wanted to have as many friends as I could. I bought. I paid. I went. I did. I gave. It wasn’t generosity. It was need."
"When my mother told her that she was pregnant she took her to what we would call now a backwoods abortionist."
They said; “Son you can never play the game of football again.”