At fifty-one years old, I thought I'd my old drinking and coking habits one more try. Hell, I was okay now! I was taking my adderall fairly regularly. Perhaps selling a pill here or there to be powerful and popular. And selling real estate too! Cheating a good many clients of the sweat from their brows. That is, until I cheated the wrong client, and my boozing and cocaine addiction climbed like wild ivy. So much so I forgot how to steal and did a lot of things wrong - well, like a coked-up drunk you might say, which I was. There-in all my troubles started to multiply. I found out slowly at first, that Texas is not the place you want to be caught stealing old folks property. And so here I am knocking out day for day a 20 year sentence. "You've got to be kidding!" Oh, I wish I was. I sure do wish I was...