Growing up in St. Louis and in a sanctified church, I became very adept at sneaking around. I could not sow my wild oats in front of my parents who fully endorsed the message found in Proverbs 13:24: that sparing the rod creates a spoiled child. So, to spare myself from the rod, I was forced to take my hijinks underground. There is definitely something to the saying that preachers’ kids are among the most rebellious.
My running from my legacy turned into outright rebellion. When I left home to attend Saint Louis University, I quickly acclimated myself to the college parties. After a year of getting drunk and getting high, my grades were so bad that I was told that I could not remain at the university. Read more here.