I started a movement for fentanyl awareness called "Every 11 Minutes."

I've overdosed more times than I can count. I used to live in the gutter, like a teenage mutant ninja turtle, stealing anything that wasn’t bolted down just to survive. I broke my own rules and sold my soul in the pursuit of an endless high. Even though I knew and loved God, I was in the midst of spiritual warfare, on demon time. I was The number one draft pick for the devil.