CAREER CRIMINAL

Mary Taylor

MARY ELIZABETH TAYLOR

I have been labeled by my parole officer, by the system and by the government as a career criminal. Which is 100 percent  truth but is also 100 percent a lie. The real truth is, I am and always will be just a garden variety drug addict and an alcoholic.
That got into a lot of trouble with the law…..For many decades……

My cycle started at a really early age.

Believe it or not it all started with one hit of a cigarette.  I loved the feeling, the effect, the head rush induced by the nicotine. Right away I started stealing my mom’s cigarettes to keep that head rush going.

So when I was offered my first toke off a joint I wasn’t even hesitant, I was a pro at inhaling crap. But the feeling, the effect, the head rush was a lot more powerful than that damn cigarette and lasted a whole lot longer. Immediately I started dipping into and stealing my step dad’s stash of marijuana.

But when my step dad caught on and figured out I was stealing his stash my mom put a lock on their bedroom door. But that didn’t stop me, I wanted and needed more. So I decided to break into their bedroom window to steal the whole dam lockbox that was full of his pot.

Inside that lockbox was 1 ounce of tie sticks, 2 ounces of gold and some diamonds. After smoking the entire ounce, I had a bright idea; to sell their 2 ounces of gold and  their diamonds so I will have enough money to buy some more pot. So I did and was arrested and involved in a sting by the North Hollywood Police Department. I am not even 16 years old yet and now I’m going to lock up Juvenile Hall.

“And all because of a little pot habit.”

A little time spent in a lockdown facility taught me how to become a better liar cheat and a thief.
MY BATTLE HAS BEGUN:
BIGGER AND BETTER THINGS:

Of course I loved alcohol the first sip I swallowed… I am an alcoholic and a drug addict. And when I couldn’t find any marijuana to smoke alcohol is the next best thing and easy to obtain. And I drank to excess and always woke up with a bad hangover. Nothing that a line of white powder couldn’t fix. You see when a stranger offered me my first snort of white powder; once again I wasn’t even scared or hesitant, not even for a minute. Being high on white powder also enabled me to stay up drinking all night.

MY WAR HAS BEGUN: MY FIRST HIT OF THE GLASS PIPE…
SERIOUS SHIT-SMOKIN SHIT… SERIOUS CHANGES…WAY SERIOUS LIFE CHANGES…
NOTHING ELSE MATTERED BUT THAT NEXT HIT. NOT EVEN WHAT I DID TO GET IT…

OR WHERE I LIVED AND SLEPT…….
LIVING IN THE DANGEROUS STREETS OF SANTA ANA– AND NOT EVEN CARING.

Now, I am hanging out with all the junkies. And you junkies are persistent. On a daily basis I was offered the needle, but what I watched and witnessed them go through to try to find a vein was my only deterrence, they were a bloody mess. No thank you I will stick to sucking my glass pipe. Making a decision not pick up the needle was the only thing that saved my life. All of my prostitute junkie friends are dead now, or doing life in prison.

I HAVE 30 INCARCERATIONS TOTAL……..
I SPENT 1 YEAR IN A YOUTH PROGRAM…….
I SPENT 5 YEARS IN COUNTY JAIL……..
I SPENT 8 YEARS IN STATE PENITENTIARY…….
I SPENT 10 MONTHS IN SOLITARY CONFINEMENT………
FOR A GRAND TOTAL OF 14 YEARS SPENT IN LOCK UP…….

And out of those 14 years I spent in lockup I only received treatment or help once for my addictions. There is basically is no help in lockup, unless you are a lifer. The only thing that saved my life going to lock up was the fact that I detoxed. But just detox is not enough. I am a living testimony to that.

So when I was released from prison two days before 9/11 nothing has changed. I get out and find a job which has always been my number one priority hunt. And relapse is in evitable because recovery is not my top priority.

But this time my parole officer directed me to go to detox instead of sending me to prison which was a first for me. And I so did.

After spending a grueling 30 days in detox it was suggested to me to go to a treatment facility, and so I did because my life depended on it. I checked myself into a long-term treatment facility. Which was the best decision I ever made. Reprogramming everything about me. How I respond. How I react. How I treat people. How I react to life’s problems. Everything about me had to be changed in order for me to change and recover long-term. And I learned how to live life on life’s terms in the free world through this process.

I needed new tools in my toolbox. And I acquired them through the caring people in the treatment facility and all the strangers in between that have helped me and retrained me and loved me in spite of me. I am eternally grateful for the 15 years I have recovered thus far, all in the free world.

BUT FOR THE GRACE OF GOD THERE GO I……

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Mary Taylor
MARY ELIZABETH TAYLOR

SFYB Outreach Team & Author

I was born in the 60s but I am not a flower child. I am more like a gypsy that has wasted a whole lot of time chasing the wind. My mom referred to me as her “prodigal daughter” and that is a true statement to its fullest. However, she would be proud of the path and journey I am on today.

I was born in Los Angeles and I was raised in Hollywood but I am no movie star. I was more of a loner, a loser loner at that, but that is where I felt most comfortable. My descent and journey down into hell on steroids started at an early age and ended almost 30 years later in Orange County.

As a result of my really bad choices, alcohol and any drug addiction I was incarcerated 30 times. I basically did a life sentence on the installment plan. The scared straight program just didn’t work for an addicted prodigal daughter like me.

Neither did living in the gang infested, drug infested and dangerous streets of Santa Ana scare me straight. Morning noon and night roaming and running around like a drunken monkey with a crack pipe sticking out of my mouth without a care in the world. I didn’t even care that I became a homeless junkie Harbor Boulevard prostitute because I was addicted to any and all junk. The odds were against me. Society was about to lock me up for the rest of my life and throw away the key and that wasn’t even the life changer.

FINALLY CAME AWARENESS, ACCEPTANCE, RECOVERY AND REDEMPTION ALL IN THE FREE WORLD. AND I AM HERE TO TELL YOU THAT NO MATTER HOW FAR OR HOW LONG THE DEPTHS OF HELL ONE TRAVELS, RECOVERY-REDEMPTION AND FORGIVENESS IS POSSIBLE. I AM A LIVING TESTIMONY. IF I CAN RECOVER AND CHANGE PATHS ANYONE CAN……..THE QUESTION NOW IS WILL IT BE YOU?

THANK YOU ALL FOR LOVING ME IN SPITE OF ME…..
SINCERELY,
MARY ELIZABETH TAYLOR

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