Dear Reader, I've grown up making mistakes. I was home trained but I never had much guidance growing up, nor support. I started selling drugs early. At first it was to be able to throw away the $10 gym shoes I was wearing with the holes in the bottom and buy the new Air Force 1’s or Jordan’s that came out. Then it was for $1000 jackets and to go out with and buy my girlfriend things. In no time it was strictly for the lifestyle which was more addictive than the drugs I was selling.
Throughout the years I began to make some horrible decisions regarding the women I allowed close to me. Not all, but the few caused serious damage, loss and inconvenience in my life.
It got so bad that when I put one woman out of my house, she called the police and told them I choked her. I've never choked ANY woman outside of sex. Still the judge told me he found me guilty at trial because she said I did it. That has cost me 4 1/2 years of my life so far. That was in 2014.
When I was released on parole, a female friend - that I built a strong bond with for 3 years of phone conversations and visits and I decided to try a relationship. It didn't work out. So 3 1/2 months later when I return to my old neighborhood in Chicago, it was difficult finding a job at first. I'm a Barber so I had a bunch of business cards made and went door-to-door advertising myself.
Things were really slow so once money started getting low from my last check from the job I was working in Aurora, I went to what I knew and was known for besides cutting hair in the area…..selling ecstasy.
Not long after that things started looking up. I found a job at Solo Cup, my haircut clientele kept me busy - early morning and even late night when I got off of work and everyone was calling me for my pills. Next I quit Solo Cup for a job at a local high traffic barbershop. I stacked every dime that wasn't spent on a meal or an investment and the money was on a free flow into my pockets.
One night so many people were calling my phone for pills that my answer “I'm out of the area” turned into “I'm on my way”. I brought 50 pills out and in 10 minutes I was leaving with 17 left. On my way out I encountered crooked cops. They pulled me over with no probable cause and illegally searched me and the vehicle finding the pills. I'm locked up for a possession of 17 pills. IDOC only shows the parole case but I am currently fighting a drug case.
Fortunately I did not lose any of my money. I'm done with the possibility of prison. Too much of my life has been spent here as well as far too much of my money.
I have a 9 year old daughter who not too long ago forgave me for coming back to prison. We talk every single day and she told me all she wants from me is to spend a lot of time with her. I did what I was doing because I wanted to give her everything. I wanted her to be proud of her daddy and have all the things I didn't, but I ignored the most important thing. I failed to realize that the one thing that I didn't have that affected me most was a father.
All I want now is to get out of this hellhole, use my money to buy a house and do all the things that's legit to make money. I make good money as a Barber and in a couple of years I'll be able to open my own shop/salon and invest in more properties to rent.
I've decided I've had enough. I'm going to be a great dad to my daughter and create security in our lives. No more prison for me. I quit.