Addiction, Incarceration and a Black Gay Man's Search for Identity

The night my body gave up the ghost and left me covered in shit didn’t afford me pause to go and clean up, take a shower and prepare for the next caper. Jewel was closing soon, and I needed more crack. Now, more than ever as the shame of having defecated on myself began to emerge in my fragile conscious, I knew I had to pull this one off and quickly. The dinosaur's prayer came readily to mind: Lord a little more time. It was good an invocation as any. Could I do it? Would the smell give me away?