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My dad committed the crime of first degree murder on August 14, 1996, which is my birthday, and he went to prison.
People disappear all the time and nobody would have ever known what happened to them. It was my intent to kill them for what they had done to me.
We have a phrase in Spanish that translates in English as, “If you live by the sword, you will most likely die by the sword.”, or, it could be “...you will die by the gun.”, whichever is your weapon of choice.
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.
All of my life my family has been drug addicts, prostitutes, and different things. I didn't grow up in a very good household.
In attempt to find out how to best answer the girls we started reading the Bible together, and listening to Christian radio. We didn’t attend church for a while. Christian radio was our church.
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 ...
Then it got to where I was breaking into her house. Then I started buying checks from people, and forging people’s names on everyone else’s checks. Then the burglaries began.
Really, I wanted to die. I was doing all the things that were killing me anyway. I had so much pain, hurt, and hatred I didn’t know how to process any of it.
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.