Taken from JRE #1417 w/Kevin Ross:
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Taken from JRE #1417 w/Kevin Ross:
https://youtu.be/XiWYB_xTd9k
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Great questions Joe
Monotone
fascinating interview. I love how Joe never interrupts Kevin while he is telling his story.
"It's not about if you win or lose, but what you show."
As a small guy who grew up in a rowdy town, and who also loves the art of fighting, but hates violence…that's all that matters. Beat me or kill me, I'm gonna give you my all.
so by this time I got like 5 or so grams left and here I am back to freaking out someone is going to try n rob me or other cops would come now for sure.. we’ll I go into overdrive with the barricades and just doing big ol shots and my syringes were damn near gone and or dull. Well a few hours later my roomie wakes up and he sees what I’m doing and has done to the house lmao…. And I failed to mention that my older brother who hated drugs and me doing drugs was about to be waking up to get ready for work… needless to say that was gonna be a bad situation lol… anyways my roommate Carlos is cool as fuck and he’s still damn near drunk he looks around and he’s kinda laughing and he’s like alright Dante wtf you’re brother is about to be up for work, give me a line of that blow and you go lock your ass in your room I’ll tell your brother I must have had a crazy night.. lmao literally one of the most solid things anyone could have ever done he really tried to keep the heat off me and so I break out the Tupperware and it’s barely got a lil over a gram at this point and for the first time I shared some of this half oz with someone other than myself and I gotta explain that it was wet and gonna be hard to rail… well we did that and I lock myself in my room but I’m still barricading doors and stacking shit up in my room and I hear my brother come out and he’s just like WTF… and Carlos was like yeah Cardo it was a long night sorry about that I can’t remember anything I will take care of it.. and everything woulda been done but I couldn’t stay in the room for the life of me I had to go look out the bathroom door for cops lmao but i thought I was lowkey just using the bathroom lol my brother is finding the knife and hammer combo I was armed with all night and Carlos completely took all blame but my brother soon realized I had something to do with this and it was just fucked up lol… he wasn’t too mad or didn’t show too much atleast I’m sure he was pissed and just thought I was retarded which I was.. probably very worried about his little brother… which makes me feel terrible… I have no clue how I did not die or end up in the hospital.. my brother leaves for work and I clean up and the World Cup was on I can remember.. I had like a gram and a half of wet coke left but I’m outta syringes so I call my buddy and he brings some by and we finished it up trying to give Carlos all the more dry stuff for his nose while my best friend and I were being complete degenerates w needles… by the time all was said and done I had used a minimum of 12 grams of some of the cleanest and best damn fishscale that I ever came across and I was selling it for years prior to this… I have no idea how my heart didn’t stop… besides that hour or so when my buddy was there the night before and I asked him not to leave me because I was that scared at that moment I got home from picking up that half oz at about 8-9 pm…. And about 2 am in 5-6 grams down the hole and I honestly thought I was going to slip away right there… thank goodness I didn’t and after I got my bearings a little bit, (if that’s even at all possible mainling Columbian Bam Bam), but I did the best I could and shortly after the homie left and I was on my own back down the rabbit hole.. thankfully I didn’t feel like I would die for the rest of the night/next morning.. I was blessed beyond belief and will never forget that I was being watched over, I often was blessed to get outta situations clean when I had no business of getting out of safely and should have died multiple times most likely so I always knew I was blessed and someone was there taking care of me, like Daily watching me around the clock because I really needed it and fully believe that I had help that night and along my road in life time and time again, but maybe never more clearly than that night when I was making some of the worst decisions I ever would in my entire life and I was insanely lucky and obviously blessed beyond belief… anyways sry I know absolutely nobody will read this book I just wrote and I’m sure someone will make fun of my dumbass because I just spent 30 mins writing this novel to absolutely nobody most likely but it helps me stay appreciative and respectful and mindful of the past and how truly blessed I am. Pretty fucking crazy I made it through days like those. Thankfully I’ll never have anymore like those I can say w confidence, but I am still an addict. Recently relapsed… and I have died from Fentanyl twice…. Fentanyl doesn’t give a single fuck about what you think your tolerance is… luckily the last time I actually picked it back up for the first time I stopped by the store and grabbed some Narcan.. i didn’t even tell anyone I had it (how studios is that like whybgrab it if nobody knows what’s going on.. luckily my mom walked into my room and I was 100% lifeless and she somehow by the grace of God she found the narcan and brought me back to life for the second time in 6 months… that’s the difference between this stuff and heroin and OxyContin. You don’t OD and go to the hospital to get ur stomach pumped, you just die. Right there in two seconds you’re there and then you’re gone… no pain, no recollection, no scariness…. Your just gone…. And then if your lucky enough like myself your back wondering wtf just happened. Loved ones standing around you in a circle…breaking everyone’s heart as well as my own… it’s not a way to live if anyone is actually reading this please don’t be like me and accidentally hurt yourselves and taking these blind chances with your life and gambling it all so you can “cope” w life by using the worst drugs known to human existence… god bless everyone and your families.. love the ppl you care about and most of all love yourself. I’m still learning. I’m not quite clean yet I am trying hard… I have only used 2 days out if the last 10 I believe and it was very very minimal just trying to get the edge of during the most trying time during the withdrawals and even tho I’m not there yet 2 outta 10 using absolutely as little as I can is completely night and day and I’m definitely going in the right direction and am happy with what I’m doing and I will be better in no time.. back in the gym I’m getting ready to go now. All my court cases have worked themselves out best they can thought for sure I’d have felonies at the end of these cases but again blessings of god (and lawyers), If I can stay outta trouble no more than a parking ticket then the felony will be gone forever which is awesome because I have a great job waiting for me and the only reason I can’t take it is that damn felony so I’m glad I will only have that nagging for two years and I will make sure if that by staying out if trouble.. again bless you all.. take care🙏🤦♂️🤣🤷♂️