Still I Rise

Before the needle, before the streets, before the thirty-three trips to rehab, there was a three-year-old boy who was run over by a drunk driver. That boy was me. My story didn't start with a choice; it started with a lifetime of pain.

*Still I Rise* is my unapologetic street sermon, preached from the pulpit of rock bottom. It's a story of how a doctor's prescription for pain became a decade-long descent into a hell fueled by pills, heroin, and every drug in between. It's the story of becomi...