Victor: I was born in Cincinnati, Ohio. My grandmother had two children by one of the Isley Brothers. So, the Isley brothers always blessed my grandmother’s apartment with drums, keyboards, guitars and that’s how I learned how to play.
When I was 12 years old, my mom decided to move to Talladega, Alabama. I kind of quit playing when we moved to Alabama.
There was something that always bothered my mother about me. She never really had love for me and I wound up in the streets at 14. I had an uncle. He grew all this weed in the woods. I’d go and help him and learned all about growing. At 14 I’m a pot-head and alcoholic.
When I was 15, my uncle stuck a needle in my arm for the first time. Shot me up with t’s and blues. I didn’t continue to do that but by the time I was 21 I was living in a drug house in Cobb county, shooting cocaine. I’ve been to prison 5 times because of drugs. I was a user and a seller and that’s a bad combination.
The hardest day of my life was the day I called home and found out that my mother had passed. They were burying her the next day and I didn’t have a way to make it home to the funeral. I was living in a van behind the KFC and I had called home to talk to her. I wanted to ask her why she never loved me as her son. I never got that answer.
BW: Man, I’m sorry.
What was the best day of your life?
Victor: The day I decided to pick up the guitar again. Yep, that was the best day of my life.