So I was at the front of the dance floor with my crew, grooving to the music and having fun. Out of nowhere, this big motherf**ker ran up and slugged me in the face. Uppercut straight to the jaw. He hit me so hard I was knocked off my feet. I flew backwards and hit the boards at the bottom of the DJ booth. I imagine that while floating through the air from the punch, for a split second I looked like Brad Pitt in Snatch.
I entered each casino, walked around and took a few pictures, getting an idea of which casinos would be worth revisiting with my girlfriend. And then, in each and every casino I put a dollar into a slot machine. If Iost, I left. If I won, I put the winnings back into a machine. In key casinos I played a hand or two of blackjack.I worked my way from the Mandalay Bay to the Stratosphere tower. It took about seven hours. The pedometer I borrowed from my girlfriend reported that it required 17.8 miles of walking (28.6 km).
I won't go as far as saying that I ever went to bed hungry, but I didn't always have enough to eat. Many a nights I found myself on my knees or in the prone position asking to be taken away. To have my existence come to an end. I wanted so bad to stop the hurting, the suffering I was going through but more importantly the suffering I was causing. I asked my Heavenly Father to deliver me, and he did.