The Survivor……I could not survive if I did not have my weed; it got me through all the abuse, abandonment, shame, hate, cocaine addiction and loneliness. Weed was and is my blanket; it makes me feel comfortable, warm and safe. Even though Aunt Jacky exposed me to the worst life ever I am so grateful to the weed for pulling me through. My best friend, the Joint ….

Don’t get me wrong; what attracted me to Aunt Jacky was the fact that she was exciting to be around. Everyone, after a while, wanted to know Aunt Jack . She was the person you would go see if you wanted anything and everything to happen. She was always down for anything. She would help rob banks, steal a credit card and shop with it like it was hers. She could manipulate you and you would not even know it. She got me personally, thousands of times, and she is even getting me right now at this moment.

How did I get there, I got there because I trusted her; I too wanted to know what it was like to be in the streets. I had no one else to trust, my mom was in jail and my dad left. I was 10 years old when I realized what street life was like.Aunt Jacky took me under her wing and I was having a blast until shit got real and I was sitting and waiting for him to touch me…, It was the darkest day…, I was determined to get out, to get off cocaine and to get my life together by any means necessary.