INSP has been asking vendors from across the street paper network to write letters to their 25-year-old self to mark the end of INSP’s 25th anniversary year. Street Roots vendors Nettie and Mark are thoughtful and philosophical individuals, and this comes through in their writing.
When I turned 25, I thought I was through. I was going into rehab for heroin and cocaine addiction. My baby girl was over two, but she remembers things that I forgot. The memory was too much.
I lasted about six months, then I hit the streets again. I forgot in minutes. I had a glimpse of recovery, but not hope. Six months later I was on my way to prison for being a drug addict that, millions of dollars and 34 years later, is now called a disease.
I feel like Dr King when he did not sneeze after being stabbed. He lived. But later died, assassinated. That’s what 25 + 25 + 25 can do, change nothing for the real black ex-slave woman. Peace.
25 years ago, I didn’t get stuck because it was profound. Oreo cookies and brownies, fruit and other edible things end. Siddhartha remains the same. Maya Angelou says just love yourself.
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