My life story began with the words “I want to help people.”
A few years later, I moved to San Francisco to work as a janitor.
I was homeless and living in a hostel, where my landlord would occasionally call to let me know if I needed a room.
It was the beginning of a lifelong addiction.
I didn’t have any money and couldn’t afford the drugs I needed to get by.
So I began taking my own drugs.
The first time I got caught was when I was 18.
It wasn’t long after that that I started to use marijuana.
I would smoke it and it would give me a little buzz and make me feel like I was a little bit more awake, which helped me get through the night.
But I couldn’t go to sleep because I was so high.
I had been smoking pot for years, and it was getting harder to stop.
So, like a lot of other homeless people, I got addicted.
The other thing that made me feel a little more awake was the music that I would listen to.
I’d get up and I’d listen to hip-hop music and I would get into a fight with someone or start yelling at somebody.
So one day, I had this idea.
I thought, Let’s start doing drugs together.
So that’s when I got into my first serious fight.
The fight started when I noticed my landlord was getting more and more agitated and I started yelling at him to get out.
The landlord said, “What’s going on?
Why are you yelling at me?”
And I said, Why are they getting so agitated?
Because I was smoking pot.
He was really angry.
So, I tried to get him to let the tenant move out, but he said that they were already there.
I said to him, “I’m not moving out, so don’t let me.”
He started to get really upset.
So he went and told the landlord.
Then, I started throwing drugs.
And he said, What are you doing?
I’m like, “You are throwing drugs into my apartment!”
And he was like, What?
You want me to move out?
I said I am, but you can’t just kick me out.
And I’m throwing drugs in my face.
I told him, Why don’t you let me move out.
But he didn’t listen to me.
I just kept throwing drugs, and I kept yelling at the landlord to get me out of here.
And that’s the fight that started my addiction.
So after I started smoking pot, I began using drugs.
I started doing a lot more drug dealing and stealing and killing people.
And then I had the first heroin overdose.
I’m the only person that had ever overdosed on heroin.
That’s when it started.
I went to jail.
And after my arrest, I was in jail for six weeks.
I went through a lot.
But the worst thing I experienced was not getting out of there.
I was in solitary confinement.
I wasn’t allowed to leave my cell and my cell was locked.
I couldnít get out of the cell, and there was no one to come and look after me.
And at that time, I didn’t know what to do with myself.
I tried to start again and try to be a different person, but I was very depressed and I was really scared of what was going to happen to me if I was let out.
I ended up going into rehab.
But then, I felt like I didnít belong in there.
So at the same time, there were other people that were being let out of jail.
I became friends with a guy named Michael.
I also started going to my uncle and my mom, and they had been there for years and were very supportive of me.
Then my uncle got a job and he was able to support me financially and help me find a job.
I began working at a restaurant and I had a lot less money than I used to, and when I would go to the restaurant and eat out, there was a lot fewer people there.
And so I began to drink more.
And when I did drink, I used more.
So my friends told me to stop, and my family didní t know why I would do that.
So they started taking me to the hospital.
At that time I was already in the hospital because of the heroin I was using.
And they kept saying to me, You donít know how much you are going to die.
So when they told me I had no life, I just knew they were wrong.
I could feel that everything was falling apart, and that I wasnít living the life that I was supposed to live.
I wanted to get my life back.
But when I saw my mother, I knew I couldnót let that happen.
So thatís when I began looking at other homeless guys who were homeless.
I saw this guy named Steve who had gotten kicked