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- I have to tell you all my story ... it's not a happy one.
- It's a story of struggle, of poverty.
- I grew up on the streets, in the rough part of town, in a place some people call the hood, others call it Woodlake.
- I came from a troubled home and the streets were all I knew. I began hanging around with some really bad people.
- I joined a gang called 'Kings of the Street.'
- Initiation wasn't easy ...
- I had to inject my first marijuana as part of my initiation, I didn't know how to inject it so the gang's leaders showed me how.
- Before I knew it, I was living a life of crime; robbing my own family - I even murdered them once (they're OK now.)
- My life spiraled out of control, injecting one marijuana after the other. All I knew was marijuanas.
- I became so stoned I came to believe that I was, myself, a marijuana plant. I attempted to pot myself in the ground, luckily fire fighters came and dug me up before I became a fully grown marijuana plant.
- And you see everyone, that is my story of how marijuanas ruined my life. And I don't want it to happen to anyone.
- MARIJUANAS, NOT EVEN ONCE.
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