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Skat : A Journey Through Chaos and Redemption
In this raw, unflinching, and sometimes shocking memoir, Steve Evans takes readers on an extraordinary journey through the highs and lows of his life. Skat recounts Steve's tumultuous battle with his drug and gambling addictions fueling the consequential spree of prolific crimes that sustained his dangerous existence on the fringes of society.
From the scorching streets of the Phoenix Valley to the dazzling neon lights of Las Vegas, through the rugged landscapes of Big Sky country, and the peaceful beach communities along California's Pacific Coast, Steve's story is set against some of America's most picturesque backdrops.
Amid the turmoil and self-destruction, there lies a powerful tale of redemption. As Steve navigates his way through his darkest moments, he uncovers the strength and resilience needed to reclaim his life.
Skat is not just a cautionary tale; it's a testament to the human spirit's capacity for change and the enduring power of family and hope.
Excerpt: $500,000 was gone in just under 8 months. The life, the life, the life. Stevie and her two friends were gone about five or six weeks before the money ran out. Strippers are just like THAT. We had gotten into this whole blown-up argument about something I can't remember anymore. The bottom line was Stevie left. Nay left. Brooke left. I mean, less than a year and I had blown through the entire settlement; while snorting, smoking, and screwing my way back into the poor house. It happens so quickly. I mean, I had dope, and I could sell some of that, but I was doing so much, that the cash I was making was just getting dropped back into the process for precursors, chemicals, and other supplies. Around this time an ounce of glass was running between $800 and $1000 all day, every day. My shit was premium, and I was getting like $1800. Even at that price, I was losing money because of how much I was using, and with the cost of acquiring raw materials jumping all the time, it was getting worse and worse. It makes no sense. I get that. If you have never been wrapped up in the dope game, it is hard to comprehend the amount of money and resources it takes just to remain broke as fuck all the time. I used to think it was crazy when I would read somewhere or see it on a TV show that an addict had a $200 or $ 300-a-day habit. I was calling bullshit on all of that. The truth was, my habits at several times in my life were considerably larger than that. And then I had my gambling issues. I needed money. Again.Customer Reviews
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