So I remember that day, April 12, I had made up my mind and I challenged God. I went out and got in my vehicle at 10 A.M. that morning and purchased a case of beer, and downed it in less than an hour. I went into the city and got with some of my so-called friends and partied up into the wee hours of the morning.
And I’ll never forget, I walked out of a sports bar, and there were two police officers outside waiting for drunk drivers to get into their car. So I walked about 50 to 75 feet from the car, waved my hand and told them to follow me. I was totally drunk, under the influence of cocaine and alcohol, and I was looking to die that night. I wanted to give the officer a reason to shoot me.
I got in my vehicle, and immediately the blue lights hit me. I get out of the car, the officer starts giving me commands, and I’m looking for a fight. He went to put the cuffs on me, and I moved to the side and swatted him on the side of the face. I was thinking that he was going to shoot me, and hoping he would. But he didn’t do it, and instead pulled out his pepper spray. I turned my back to him and walked off, hoping he would shoot me in the back. Instead, he pulled out his taser, and when he hit me in the back left shoulder, he dropped me like a bad habit. He got me on the ground, and all the other police officers showed up, got me subdued and took me to the jailhouse.