We were living with my future wife's mother when my first daughter was born. I remember driving her to the hospital and running red lights with her hitting me and yelling at me to at least follow the law once. Never-mind the fact that I was driving with no license in the first place.

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Now I have a daughter, and a son I wasn't taking care of...

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When my future wife's income tax return came, we moved out of her mothers house and into our own apartment. I was not working and my future wife was collecting FIA welfare. Of course I was not listed as living with her because she wouldn't have gotten as much from the state. When she began collecting welfare for my daughter, they started the process of collecting child support from me.

Instead of just going to work and supporting my small family, instead I decided it was a better idea to let the state get me for child support so we could get free money from welfare.

Smart...

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Might as well start smoking crack...

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For some unknown to me reason, one day I got it in my head that I wanted to smoke some crack again. I had not done it for years, but for whatever reason it called my name.

Drug addicts are funny about some things. Once you know the little tricks about finding dope, you can always find it. I am telling you, I could be on Mars and within a day I would have some Mars dope I swear (Are Xanax on Mars called Mars bars?)

Anyway, I went to the north end of town and drove around with my no license having butt until I found an obvious prostitute. That's one trick for free, prostitutes always know where to find dope, and this one was no exception. We went to find a rock and I gave her some then left.

I know it sounds amazing that I didn't want to have sex with the prostitute, but I will tell you a little known open secret among crack users. Smoking crack makes most men impotent. There is a lot of talk about the sex trade and crack users, and some of it is true, but mostly, men just pay to have a woman to hang out with them. Even then, most people will smoke crack and spend their time either looking out of the window, or looking on the floor for an imaginary piece they think they dropped.

Anyway, I went home and hid in the bathroom to smoke my rock. This was the beginning of my once again downfall into hardcore crime and drugs...

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Why work when I can commit crime?

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Now that we had our own place, there was really no reason to even try to pretend I was going to do the right thing. I started going out at night and breaking into cars on a regular basis.

It was not long before my criminal activity escalated...

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In class right now...

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I normally have this super cool ending that I end my posts with (Hence the word ending I guess...) but since I am in class at my school and not on my own computer, I can't do the fancy cut ad paste job I normally do. I still hope you enjoyed reading this and will consider following me to read more about a Hard core drug addict that found redemption in Jesus Christ. Thank you and God bless!

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