After smoking crack for the first time in a Greyhound bus bathroom, I was getting off the bus in Detroit and returning to the small town I was living in with about 6- $20 rocks in my pocket. I only knew one person that might know about it, so I went to her house. I had hung out with her and knew she did Cocaine, but didn't know if she had smoked "Rocks" before.
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Crack Smoking Academy
I went to this girls house and showed her the Crack I had, her eyes lit up, and she knew exactly what it was! I asked her if she had a pop can to smoke it with like I had been shown. She quickly explained that I was doing it all wrong, went and broke off an antenna from her radio, got some wire from her junk drawer and rammed it into the antenna for a screen, and showed me how to smoke just little pieces at a time.
She then proceeded to invite two of her friends over to her house. They didn't have any money they said, but they were willing to do anything I wanted. I soon learned all about the trading of sexual favors for hard drugs. I was 15 years old having three grown woman take baths together and do basically whatever I wanted. I also learned all about when the drugs run out and you aren't worth anything to the people that were using you anymore.
The best thing about this whole experience is that I lived in a small town and could not get more Crack once it was gone. If I would have been able to I would have turned out far worse than I did. This was not my last run in with Crack by a long shot, but I at least Had a break for a few years before I experienced it again.
Moving Back to the City
My Mother had healed up from her surgery and had to figure out how she was going to live without my Dad and his income. She was not working and we really had nowhere to go. My Mom and Dad didn't really have friends because he was always drinking and they were always fighting. My Mom's only friends lived in Lansing So that is where we ended up moving to
We moved into Lansing and I quickly realized that I could not allow myself to be bullied in this city like I was in the small town. I was not going to get beat up by every guy that wanted to be tough. My Dad wasn't around to threaten me anymore so I decided to fight. I didn't only fight back, I became a bully myself. If I thought I could look tough by picking on someone I did it. It was sad that I was doing to others exactly what I hated so much myself.
I started hanging out with a group of kids that was pretty cliqued up together and always looking for the next party. We pretty much was together all the time and most of us ended up taking the same path in life. Out f the group I hung out with at this time, most either ended up in jail, on drugs, or dead.
Learning About Gangs
It was not long before I ran into some guys that were banging with the Vice Lords gang. They liked the fact that I appeared to not really care about anything and I was willing to fight at the drop of a hat. They asked me if I wanted to hang out with them after I punched the assistant principle at my school and was expelled. The idea of having a group that was looking out for each other seemed like more of a family than I had ever knew. I was all for it. I didn't know at the time that several of my friends would be murdered, and I would end up in prison several times over hanging with this new "Family."
Sorry It's Short
I wanted to get another piece of my story out for those that have been following it. I will make my next piece longer. I am getting into the area where my life really takes a downturn, and it is kind of hard for me to write about.
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