I ended up in Vegas, where I developed a gambling addiction.

After, learning to count cards in the casinos
(I was big for my age)

The club owners kicked me outta town, warning me never to come back.

I drifted for a while and then ended up in Miami.

I was washing dishes at a restaraunt owned by a big-time coke dealer.

I had an affair with his daughter, and when he found out, he tried to kill me.

I was 16 then.

I ended up back in Vegas, hoping my growth spurt would conceal me.

After making a small fortune at Blackjack and Craps, I was found out and run out of town again.

I ended up in L.A., where I discovered punk rock and blew all my money on drugs, alcohol and sex.

That lasted about four years, until my money ran out, so I got a job driving a cab.

One day, Dutch jumped in my cab demanding I take him to Sacramento.

Five hours later, while telling Dutch, "Sure, I'll help you move some equipment tonight," my fate was sealed.

I was only 21.