The scent of fresh cilantro is probably one of the greatest things around. The flavor profiles such a simple herb adds to a plethora of dishes is astounding. Those flavours always hit a certain vein of nostalgia for me, specifically for the first time I gave a handjob behind a Wendy’s dumpster for drug money.
In 2016 I was wrongfully imprisoned after being unaware of my involvement in a very lucrative insurance scam. They claimed an open and shut case, and just as quickly as it started, it was over. I belonged to the state.
While inside I learned many things, but the most prevalent one was that protection does not come cheap, and the fallout of such deals were mentally tough to deal with. In the absence of real support systems I turned to narcotics to ease my suffering until my parole.
Once released, that monkey was rather hard to remove from my back, and due to my being a convicted felon, no reputable employer would take me on. This left me with only one option, a life of crime.
I resided in a wood near a local park, and made my living through sexual favours, car theft, and many other miscellaneous crimes. It wasn’t until later that I reached that limit of suffering and cleaned my life up.
That’s all in the past now, and only one thing remains a constant in this chaotic life: that love of fresh cilantro.
Hugs,
Big Jay
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