User:Mazaak69

My name is Charlie Roberts. Born April 24, 1969. I was raised in Salinas, Ca until the age of 21 before relocating to Lancaster, Oh. I have two older brothers. My Dad left us when I was 12 yrs old and ran off to Ohio with another woman and her two kids leaving my Mom to totally raise 3 boys on her own. I began to abuse alcohol and drugs at the age of 12 yrs old. By the time I was 21 I had been arrested and jailed for 3 drunk drivings and 1 time for possesion of cocaine, trafficking in cocaine and receiving stolen property. The charges were eventually dropped for just being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'll admit at the time I did have an alcohol and cocaine problem. I started smoking marijuana and drinking alcohol at 12 yrs of age. At 14 yrs of age I was introduced to cocaine while at a party by my cousin who I looked up too. From this point on it started as just using cocaine on the weekends and shortly there after started to become an everyday use. I drank beer or whatever I could get everyday. My friends and I would go to the east side of Salinas which was a pretty bad area and could purchase alcohol at the chinese liquor store. When I turned 16 my friends Dad bought a liquor store in east Salinas which meant I could get liquor anytime and even run a tab. At 18 I was a manager of Little Caesars Pizza and received my first drunk driving. I met the manager from the Little Caesars across town and became pretty good friends with him. We rented an apartment together as roomates when he let me in on his extra job that he was making alot of money from. He asked me if I wanted to make alot of money fast. Of course being 18 yrs old I was all for it. I started selling marijuana and I made some decent money from that but then he brought the cocaine in. I was like wow I can use cocaine and sell it and make tons of money, perfect. I started selling cocaine too, mostly to just my friends I had known for years. My roomate however would sell to anyone. We had to move about every 4-6 months do to the traffic going in and out of the house. I would start drinking around noon everyday and do a little coke to even out the buzz. This went on for months. I started dating a girl I had grown up with and became serious with her pretty fast. No more one night stands I really thought I was in love. Well as everyone knows alcohol, drugs and relationships don't mix. I actually slowed down on selling drugs and just used more than anything. There was one incident that changed my ways and started making me think that I was lucky and God had other plans for me. I was on a 2 or 3 day drinking and using cocaine binge, no eating just drinking and using cocaine. I hadn't slept for those 2-3 days and noticed I had a red streak coming from my index finger going to my underarm. I called my mom and told her about the streak and she told me to get to the emergency room right away. At this point of using all that cocaine and alcohol and no sleep I was getting delirious and starting to hallucinate. I don't remember how I got to the hospital but I remember being on a bed and looking up to my Mom who was crying and my girlfriend at the time who was also crying. They had IV's in me and the Dr. came in and asked to speak with me alone. He asked me how long have I been using cocaine, marijuana and alcohol? I started to lie to him and said it was a one time thing but then came clean with him about my abuse. He said if I wouldn't have come in when I did I would have never made it through the night because I had blood poisoning and the only thing running through my veins were alcohol and cocaine. At that point right there it scared me like nothing had ever scared me before in my life. He said the damage to my heart was minimal and that if I got help and stayed clean everything would reheal itself and I could live a long healthy life, but if I didn't stop my days were numbered. I made a decision right there that I was done with everything. From that point on I stopped selling and using marijuana and cocaine but continiued to use alcohol on occassion. I moved out of my apt that I shared with my roomate and cut all my ties and tried to live a clean and sober life. I was staying with my Mom but she moved away to Northern, Ca., with her new husband so I had no place to stay. So guess who I happened to run into? my old roomate that I sold drugs with. He said I could stay at his new place and that he wasn't using or selling drugs anymore. Dumb me said ok cool I just need a month or so to get back on my feet. At this time I still owed the mexican mafia about $5,000 for the drugs I had fronted to me before I decided to get clean. They had went to my Mom's house before she moved and also my girlfriends house. They eventually got ahold of me and told me I had a month to get them there money or they new where my family lived and it wouldn't be nice. I eventually got the money and paid them off. While I was staying with my roomate I dropped my girlfriend off at home, told her I would be back to get her in a few hours for dinner and then drove home. I had a weird feeling as I was driving home but couldn't put my finger on it. I pulled into the parking lot of the apt. complex when about 6 undercover Police Officers ran up to my truck with there guns pointed at my head telling me not to move and then drug me out onto the pavement. After they handcuffed me they took me in the apt. where there sat my roomate, some guy and 2 underage girls. The police had drugs, guns, stereos, scales, bindles of cocaine packaged for sale all spread out on the table. They asked me if that was my stuff, I said no. They told me that your roomate here says it's yours and he had never seen it before (What a liar). He told me he wasn't involved in that stuff anymore, boy was I a sucker. Anyway the police arrested me for a warrant I had from 1 of my drunk drivings. WHile