The Reasonable Man
I had finally become a reasonable man. My journey of becoming a good man was accompanied by events that could annihilate me, but I turned my failure into motivation. In September 1985, I put the final nail in the coffin when I invited "The White Lady" (Ms. Free Base-Crack Cocaine). I was willing to do anything for that monstrous first high. I was on my worst behavior, which was the lowest part of life when I was residing in Gaithersburg, Maryland. I was not performing frequently. I was doing forbidden things, and I didn't even realize that my career was on stake. I used to travel state-to-state for the smuggling of cocaine. My life flipped when one night, I was picking up and dropping off a package of cocaine, and the involved person got killed. Even though I had nothing to do with his death but the police found my number in his pocket. So after 19 days, I was charged with an atrocious crime of murder. However, I had pleaded to the allegations of theft and robbery. I was