He offered me the first weapon I ever had. He said, "Man you don't have to take that. Here's a 38. Let's find the guy now."
I'll never forget it. I pointed the gun at the guy who shot me. He was on his knees, begging for his life. I'd never experienced that kind of power. It was a feeling like, I'm not invisible, I'm not a victim.
The dealer took me under his wing. He would package up rocks, a mix of cocaine and crack, to sell. I was working part time in security, but here I could make $600 in one day. And the ladies were like, "OK this guy is clocking, he's got the juice."
Eventually I started going in and out of jail. San Quentin.
But I felt... Alive. Like being in the jungle. Knowing that any moment, someone could pull a robbery, or the police would come up.