A cop saved my life back in 1998….I don’t know his name, but in Grand Rapids, MI, Tammie and I were pulled over at 4:00am in a stolen car (total shocker there) and he asked me what was in the box (plastic container I kept all my “works” for shooting up in). I said don’t stick your hand in there , cause if you get stuck with the needles I use, It’ll fuck up your life like mine is. He just stared at me. I began to tell him and the four other cops what was in the “box” and what my life had become. He said in his 20 years of being a cop, NO one had been that truthful. I said, “I’m tired and I wanna die….please help me!” He took me to jail and even though I had outstanding warrants in GA, he let me go. He said “get to rehab or die in 2 weeks”. I said” what do you mean.” He said” how much do you weigh?” I said, “130 lbs.” He said, “honey, you weigh 100 lbs soaking fucking wet.” It was the first time I had looked at myself and he was right. I weighed 96 lbs. He arrested Tammie and let me go. I went straight to rehab….the one where I was told i was “too damaged” for help……hence the title of my book.