Michelle and I ended up becoming friends and just getting high together, we did a ton of heroine. We slept on the corner of 6th Street and Avenue C.
This was during the 1996 blizzard. There was a woman who used to let us stay in her apartment on 8th Street and Avenue C. It was a legitimate crack house. We gave her heroine and she let us sleep in the back room that was filled with bags of needles and garbage and other crap. I’ll never forget laying on the bed one night when a big rat went right over the top of my head. That’s when I said, “That’s it. I'm sick and tired of this whole scene. I’m going to find a way out.”
The next day I went to a needle exchange and asked for help. They sent me to rehab for two weeks. After that they wanted me to go into a TC (therapeutic community) for a year. I told them I couldn’t give up a year of my life to get sober, so they suggested I go to a halfway house in Harlem. There was no bed in Harlem so I had to go to a holding station until a bed opened (they often do that to addicts to see if you really want to get sober).
Finally a bed opened up in the Elmhurst halfway house. I spent two weeks there and then got a job working in sales at the Bloomingdales on 59th Street. I was doing well and after six months I took an interview at Barney's and they made me an offer. Bloomingdales knew I was such an asset that they were going to give me a department to run, but I decided to go to Barney's and took a job working in the men's suits department.
After a week at Barneys a sheik came into the store and went to my department. I showed him all the suits and shoes and other men’s apparel. The experienced sales guys looked at me in awe as the sheik proceeded to spend $80,000!
Afterwards the sheik said he wanted to do stuff in New York and asked me to find him a restaurant. One of the other sales professionals told me to take him to Monkey Bar. So we went to Monkey Bar and all these other top notch places but at some point the limousine disappeared and at the end of the night we ended up at my aunt’s house in Bedford Stuyvesant, Brooklyn.
The next morning I called into Barneys and they told me the sheik’s credit card didn’t go through. It turns out he was a phony and I had sold him $80,000 worth of merchandise! My luck. I thought I had a massive commission coming to me but instead I found out that he defrauded Barney’s.
I just didn't show up for work at Barneys again.
I was still at the halfway house at the time. But it was just a matter of time until I got kicked out because I was giving them fake urine samples and missing my curfew because I was staying out getting high. I wound up getting kicked out and ended up at my aunt’s house.
Once I got kicked out of the halfway house I was no longer snorting cocaine or smoking crack – I just started mainlining heroine into my arm with needles. Once you do that you wonder why you ever even wasted your time with the other stuff…
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