 Before long, I was fired. With no money, I began stealing. I even took my mom's tax money, $2,000 to buy drugs. I sank so low I sobbed and thought about suicide. Then I fell in love again and we lived together until mom, who had gotten religion, called it sin. So we moved near grandma in another state. One night, driving drunk, we had a bad accident and I was thrown through the windshield.