On March 3rd of 2001 I was in terrible pain from heroin withdrawal. I was in desperate need to get my fix for the day. I went to a car dealer to test drive a car so I would have a way to get to the west side of Chicago. I cashed a few bad checks and went on my "road trip". I made it to the city after about an hour of commute traffic. I went to my usual spot to score, and then drove away.
I went to an alley to shoot my dope and feel all better. Well, I didn't feel better--far from it; all I wanted was more. I got my girlfriend who was also a heroin addict. Together, we went back to the city--this time, she was test driving. We pulled up to the same spot and bought more dope--enough so we wouldn't have to come back for a few days.
Once again, we found ourselves in the alley getting what we called "high". Wrong again. We had seen Chicago police all over the place, so we finally got some sense and decided to leave. As we left in the car, some cops saw us--in our "test drive" car. They followed.
My girlfriend tried to get away by going down different streets to lose them. Well, we didn't. After they handcuffed us, they found out the car was stolen. We both went to the Cook County Jail. My girlfriend was let go a few days later on probation. Not me.
I was looking at 10 years in state prison for possession of a stolen car, possession of heroin, and forgery. After about 6 months rotting in county, a judge offered me 4 years. I grabbed it, and off to state prison I went.
I was in prison for two years--or maybe it's more accurate to say, "I was in five prisons for two years". At one, the Sheridan Correctional Center, I went through a drug program that changed my life 100%. When I was paroled, I was a different man. Today I have a different outlook on life. But I don't regret my past. I am proud to have been where I have been because it made me the man I am now, and I like who I am now.