I often describe my past addiction to crack as being under a spell as if under witchcraft or voodoo. Fortunately for me, the spell was broken by law enforcement constantly racially profiling me and taking me to jail for one petty infraction or another usually parole violation since I was normally on the run and had a PAL warrant. It happened so frequently I had to adopt an attitude of indifference towards it which I immortalized in the spokenstoryword: “Where will you go:
“Keep a PAL warrant
Parole Officer say My conduct is abhorrent
To me, prison just a vacation spot not a deterrent…”
I took to parole like a shark took to being prey and rarely cooperated. I was always doing several months in this jail or that prison for parole violation. Ironically, this served to break up my addiction to the point I was never using consistently for more than 3 months at a time. Though I cried and screamed every time they locked me up, truth be told, that broke the spell and facilitated my escape from that netherworld of skidrow. 
Please don’t twist that and think I’m saying racial profiling is good–NO, Never that. What The CDCR/ LAPD meant for evil, God used for good.
