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"While I thought that they were special things, my husband at the time found that journal and thought it was really weird, really strange, and told me that I was really weird."
That’s where Al Capone would take his people that were not faithful and dump them. Not far from where my church was.
I just started squalling and laughing and carrying on like a crazy woman. It was like a bolt of lightening hit me in the head.
It became a vicious cycle of doing cocaine to stay up all day sot I could work and then doing heroin to sleep late at night.
Growing up I didn't have a very personal view of God.
I’m the reason they put the cables through the leather coats at Sears. I’m the reason they lock the razors up at Walmart. I’m the reason new clothing has security ink tags. I had to have a way to feed my addiction.
“You’re going to end up like your father, a bum on the street, a loser, an alcoholic.” As a kid, growing up hearing those things hurt me. I thought, “Man, after everything I do for you, this is how you love me.”
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.
