Nicki: By the time they found me, my mom had already passed away and been cremated. I never really got to tell my mom that I was sorry.
The last interaction that I had with her was when she asked me to go to the store and get a few things. I had been out of prison for a couple of weeks and had been doing good but I’d kept going back to the place I used to get high. I think I relapsed before I really relapsed, if you know what I mean.
She let me borrow her car and I never came back. I started smoking crack and drove around all day and night until the car was on empty. I parked it in the Auto Zone on Metropolitan and called her to tell her where it was. That was the last time I talked to her.
She was so disappointed in me when she died. It really hurts to know that she felt that way. My mom never understood why I was so weak and couldn’t stop.