I am a former mid-level drug dealer, attempted fleeing undercover narcotics agents, ran over one and got shot. Spent 5 years in San Quentin, where I drove an ambulance and had a dog.
My life has taken some dramatic swings. Grew up in a good home, no trouble, degree in Anthropology (cultural/social), licensed pilot at age 16, real-estate agent in the Silicon Valley making 200K+ in the mid '90 at age 24. Tossed all of that out the window, ran off to work as a bartender for Club Med, came home and became a drug dealer with annual sales revenue in excess of one million. Was told on and approached by an undercover Narcotics team, which I wasn't aware of their identity and sped off hitting one who flew up on my windshield, held on for few seconds and shot me. Spent 5 years in San Quentin Prison, worked as a Disciplinary Hearing Clerk, Ambulance Driver, Firefighter, and was one of the first inmate dog handlers, where my dog slept in my room. Ask me anything.