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Every night I was drinking, smoking angel dust, snorting cocaine, and going to local dances. Anything to get my mind off my mother.

“What are you doing here, Mike?” he asked. “Go back there with those white people. Shit, man, those white people love you. Can’t you see that, nigga? Man, I wish I had some white people that loved me. Go back, man. There ain’t shit out here for you.”

He would read aloud some book about Cleopatra and we’d have discussions like we were in a college dorm while we ate.

. I didn’t know you were supposed to go home and take a shower and change your clothes and dress to impress and then

“When you lose, they don’t like you anymore. If you’re not spectacular, they don’t like you anymore. Everybody used to like me. Believe me, when I was in my fifties, young, beautiful women would chase me all over the place. Now that I’m an old man, no one comes around anymore.

Professionally that would have no effect on me, but emotional and psychologically, it was crushing

I just went totally off the track. I was burning the candle at both ends, training hard and partying just as hard as I was training – drinking, fucking, and fighting with these women all night. Just stupid selfish shit that you do when you’re a young kid with some loot.

When an animal gets hurt, they know that the other animals will attack them. That’s how I felt when I was in pain, vulnerable and scared.

That was all bullshit. The only spirituality I had back then was in my dick.

That cut me right to my soul.