I had never really been exposed to it before that, had never been in a crack house. There were people passed out in different places but I thought somebody had had a party and they were passed out drunk.

My neighbor at one point had asked me for my keys. He said he had left his soft drink in the car. When I was finally coherent enough to try to think about getting the hell out of there I went to look for my keys and realized I didn't have them, that he hadn't come back with them. I started asking where he was and somebody came in the room and said "Oh him and (whatever the name was) borrowed it to go on a run." I couldn't believe it! He had taken my car without permission and I was stranded there!!!! I was just going to leave, walk out car or no car but that dealer still was sitting across from me with his gun in hand. He told me I wasn't going anywhere till that guy got back and promised he would keep me from going straight to the cops. I was there for hours with this guy watching me like a hawk.

When I finally made it home I was totally out of it. My ex wouldn't let me go to the cops. He said it was likely that there was gang involvement where I had been and that if I went to the cops they would go straight to my neighbor to find out where I lived. So I never reported it.

I was happy to see the house get busted on TV. I stopped all association with that neighbor after that. I've had a lot of crazy stuff happen to me over the years and if nothing else I am wiser for it I guess.