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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 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.
The times I would overdose, and go to the emergency room the doctors would say, “Do you have a death wish?”
We got busted three times within three weeks. The last time we got busted was with felony possession. I was sentenced to eight years in prison.
Dad would be like; “Yeah I will be at your event. I will be at your wrestling match.” He wouldn’t show up.
I injected it intravenously. But by the time I was using meth amphetamine, I was willing to do whatever I had to do, um, for, for the dope
My husband helped me a lot. He cried. He prayed. When I would go back out and do wrong again he would come looking for me. He would forgive me.
The dealers turned to me and said, ‘Look man, you need to go get some help.” When you’re standing in a very small room using drugs with two other guys that are the same as you, and they look at you and say, “You need to get h...
By the time I was thirty I had experienced five failed marriages. I felt like I could do nothing right;