I was born in a Harlem clinic in 1965; one year after my father was released from the Infamous Dannemora Prison in upstate New York. He, along with with mobster Joseph Imbruglia, were arrested for the attempted murder of a New York City police officer and the robbery of a Cabaret in Queens.
I experienced being homeless at the early ago of 8, as well as 12 and 13; eventually leaving home at the age of 17 to work in New York nightclubs. Drugs would lead me to East New York and the 75th Precinct, which set the backdrop of ‘The 75’ documentary on Netflix. Here, I would cross paths with the officers in the documentary.
By my early 20’s, I would once again become homeless, and would then be directed to go to a Monastery where I would get clean and sober, finally, after numerous attempts.
Seeking a more gentle life, circumstances brought me to the Midwest, working 3 maximum security prisons. I would spend a lot of time working death row, becoming the inmate’s favorite officer to oversee their visits.
After seeing enough sadness, I decide to start a trash business to have a life of freedom, and happiness. It only made me miserably comfortable. It wasn’t until August 13, 2012 that my world would collide with a dog reported to have been shot and killed. For the first time in my life, I believed in something I could not see at the corner of 14th & 2nd.