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A particular species of black people came from beyond the stars, from another galaxy. They were extraterrestrials and they came here to the planet in search of gold. The work was too hard for them to do so they created people to work for them. That’s why people have to work all their lives.


I met Corey and Mickey on the edge of The Bluff, an Atlanta neighborhood known for drugs, prostitution, and gang violence. I approached them because they were clearly out of place and I wanted to hear their story. 


Yeah, I done got clean and stayed clean for 5 years. I can do it but every time something happens in my life that’s hard, I go back to the streets. 


Well… we all have addictions. If you put anything else before God or love anything before him, he’ll take it from you or at least make you suffer until you come back to him. 


I was at a friend of mine’s house and his sister, she was a stripper and she expected me to be hoppin’ on this girl and hoppin’ on that girl. She said, “Are you dumb? Get the fuck out of my house.


He don’t love us. He don’t care about us. He looked at us like we were strangers. He had another family and he just kicked us to the curb. 


you ever heard of a whistler as a tool of punishment? I’d come home with a bad grade or if my grandma was just having a bad day… it was a piece of plywood that had holes drilled into it. My dad made it for her. 


This is my life and I love it. I don’t allow anyone to just come down here due to the fact that I like my space. This is my castle and I am the king of my castle. 


When I was a little older, my mom would let the dope man stay at our house. I think there were times when she would let them come upstairs and mess with me for a couple of hits. 


I’ve been sober for 2 years now, but these last 6 months have been hell. I quit going to meetings when I got involved with somebody. Last Sunday I threw him out.  I always fall back into drinking when I stop going to meetings. I isolate myself really, really bad. 


After you come off that bed you would have to go into what they called a behavior control room, which was worse than a jail cell. There are concrete walls and a hole in the concrete floor. It is completely empty. They feed you through the door and you have to eat with your hands because you aren’t allowed any silverware.


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.