Publisher's Synopsis
It was a cold November night, in 1992, when I first started seeing drugs and stealing them, from my father. He use to have so much, he wouldn't have known it was gone. He never found out I took them either. I told my brother I wanted to be a drug dealer. I was sitting at the table, with my family and he told my parents. They immediately got on me and stated that I was going to be dead or in jail. My father was really pissed off. He was in his mad mode. God was calling me then, but I wasn't listening. He showed me the end of the world, in a dream. In the dream, I saw a serpent, on one side, and the great day on the other side of the house. The Bible says it is going to be a great and terrible day. Back to the dream, God brought His hand down and I got in it and went up with Him and then I woke up. This dream scared me for a minute, but I went back to the hustle.
