I can remember after the deputy sheriff led me away in handcuffs, the uncanny joy that I was experiencing! I was not high or drunk on any thing for once in my life. Drugs became the great escape that I used in my youth trying to escape the realities of a troubled youth. My daddy was killed when I was 2 yrs old. He was shot in the back of the head while riding in the back seat of a car being pursued by a local sherrif deputy. The driver was one of my dads friends.It was the 4th of July and he was supposed to be coming right back to take my mom and me to the parade. My mom tells me a an eerie feeling she got when he told her not to worry.He said that he did not intend on being someone who died on the highway that day. He was 19. I did not celebrate the 4th of July or see fireworks for 26 years.
