Charlyce

TUMB06/7 Charlyce calls her nephew, Trey, to help her get in touch with Brownstone.

Homeless, but with a phone (Priorities! This phone is what’s gonna let me get a job and get back into regular society. You ain’t nothing without the internet. I need this phone for my future.”)

Nana told me you disappeared. I figured she was just being nice and didn’t want to tell me you drank yourself to death.”

“I ain’t proud of who I was, and I ain’t proud of who I fell in with. Not only the booze took me. The Devil’s needle also took me for a while, and I lost myself. I don’t blame anyone but myself for that. I wasn’t strong enough, and I hurt you and everyone. I found forgiveness. I found Jesus, and I quit the drugs and the booze. I’m clean and sober, I swear. “Clean and sober for how long? Since you saw me on TV last night?” The woman sighed over the line. “A month. I’m saving up money, trying to get back on my feet—I swear to the Lord in heaven. I’m not proud of what I’ve become, but I know now that part of helping myself means helping others. When I ran to drugs, it was because I didn’t care about no one but myself. Now I have a chance to really help someone else.”