I once pulled a knife on a 7 stepper who was behind the wheel of a car. He and his 7-stepped friends and ex-staff were in the process of kidnapping me right off the street. They pulled me into the car and sped away with me still hanging outta the car and draggin' my right foot down the road. When they finally pulled me into the vehicle I pulled a knife out and laid it on the drivers throat and told him I would cut him, and I meant it too, but when I tried to draw his blood...I just couldn't do it. I couldn't draw his blood. Fuckers took me back to the program. The sole of my shoe had been worn away, on the one side where I had dragged it along the road and when I got back to str8 and was back on first phase I wore those shoes as a secret badge of personal honor for resistence. Wearin' those shoes was an expression of defiance and every time I looked down at my feet and saw my embattled and scarred shoe I was reminded that I was a prisoner, held against my will.
