Crack Cocaine was my best friend, my number one stunner, my God, and the love of my life. If I ever fell in love with anything, It was Crack Cocaine! I dreamed of crack, I lived for crack and I almost died on crack.

 

HOMELESS

 

Being homeless, was normal. I did not care where I laid my head and showered where and when ever I could. I would go from state to state using the system, until I could not use it anymore. I went from shelter to shelter until I was told I could not come back. When I would run out of shelters, I would go to another state and start all over again. 

 

Many days, months and years I lived on the streets. I used to make abandoned buildings my own. I learned how to use a big battery and connect the wires from a lamp, therefore I could see. I would run across the street when my neighbors went to work and fill my buckets with water (from his or her water hose). I needed water inorder to flush the toilet and to take a bath. When I would find me and abandoned building, I would get super high, paint the walls, pull the carpet up and I would have hardwood floors. Some of the carpets would smell real bad so once I pulled the carpet up, I would polish the floor and BAM, my floor was shining like a diamond. It was pretty cool. I kept my places clean (like it was my own), I never got caught and I never had any fear... 

 

There were many days I walked the streets with no shoes, and no where to go. I remember a few times, a person left his or her food on the tables at I hop, Denny's  etc. , I would have a bowl and fill it up with his or her leftovers. It was hard out there on the streets and I had to make it what it was. I burned my bridges with my family and I had no friends. I was out there doing what I had to do, in order to survive.

 

CRACK!

 

There was nothing I didn't do for crack. Crack was my best friend. Nothing and nobody could tell me anything differnet.

 

I have had guns put to my head. Knives put to my neck, beat up, jumped on, nose bleeds, black eyes, and what ever else. My drug addiction truly had the best of me.

 

This is just a hand full of what I endured of my life on drugs and being homeless. I did not care what I did, who I did it to, and how I did it. All I wanted was Crack, crack and more crack. Crack was my God, my friend, my savior, and my destiny!! Crack was my life!!