My body was found by two young men cutting behind a church at dawn the morning after Easter.  They were on their way to work when they found my body, cold and blue sprawled out on the back steps of a church in downtown Bel Air.  I had had a drug induced heart attack, and hypothermia and had been left there for dead.  I saw the guy that found my body about a year later
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Regret…….It’s a plague, that eats you from the inside out as you lay on your bunk in a jail dormitory with twenty other loud-mouthed stinking men almost coming to blows over who the hottest rapper is, or who sold the most drugs in the streets. It takes you to a deep seated miserable place in your soul as you look out of your lonely jail cell window at the sun hanging lazily over the horizon
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