I thought it told me, 'I’m innocent, I’m no killer" I had just drank two quarts of beer, taken 5 Vicodin, smoked ten hits of crack, shot heroin and had just woken up from spending the night in a crack house and I was barefoot because someone had stolen my shoes and my socks while I was asleep.
I told myself, “THAT’S IT, THAT’S TOO MUCH, enough is enough, I can’t take this anymore!”
Tomorrow, I’m quitting toast forever…"