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Personal Narrative: Skid Row Life
Greg was trained to survive on the streets as well as in jail. He became vicious and hunted weak prey by dawning a ski mask and robbing drug spots armed with a shotgun. He would bark orders, knocking heads and collect all the valuables. His drug addiction called for this and he followed, faithfully. His brother Dan convinced him to enter a 90-day program in the heart of skid row in downtown LA. In the first 30-days of his stay in the program he walked the streets while out on a “pass” and saw many people I knew and have known. His skid row life-changing experience taught, and he learned. Greg began to slow down and started becoming more “regular” doing more “normal” things with a new circle of people also in recovery. He soon got married

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