Spending my life on a ferris wheel broke, homeless, and smoking crack was not the type of lifestyle I had in mind until the day I became acquainted with the crack monster in the mirror wanting me to play a shell game. I tried to quit playing, but he knew that I was hooked . . . I couldn’t shake it off, I had to try and find that tiny little ball under one of those drinking cups. – This is my story on how I got there for many years and the nightmarish hell that I was dragged through trying to survive leading up to having an oxen yoke around my neck in the desert.