Anyone who says there is no life after death has obviously never died. “I was high as a kite by the time I got there. I dropped five hits of acid that night. I made it through the first two bands before I started peaking. Then it happened, the pivotal point of my life had arrived. I fell back in my chair and I couldn’t move for a long time. I started to panic, but still I couldn’t move. After what seemed like an eternity I sat up and looked back at my seat only to see myself still in it! I freaked out! I quickly put my hands on my eyes to hide from the horror of it all, but when I did my left eye jumped out of my head and began to twitch around in my hand. I shoved my eye back in my skull and ran my fingers through my hair towards the back of my head. When I did my ears twisted inside my head and disappeared. They made this awful sucking noise that was horrifying. I felt a big flap in the back of my head that I reached my hand into. I was more than a little scared at this point! I looked around and I wasn’t at a concert anymore. I didn’t know where I was, but it felt like hell to me. But that couldn’t be. I didn’t even believe in hell! I was only 16 years old. I couldn’t die yet! I looked for my friends, but they were all gone. In their place were demons, haunting me. They were flying around and taunting me. The things I saw were indescribable! My body started falling apart. Limbs were falling off and the pain was torturous. I realized that hell wasn’t just a myth or a fable, it was a real place...and I was there!” I was a runaway, a dropout, a drug addict, a thief, a trouble maker, and a drug dealer. I was given a second chance at life. It has been a hard road.

My life has been a battlefield. It has been a constant struggle, but I couldn’t be more grateful. This is my story.