I'm toxic. I've been toxic. I could draw you a map of every woman I left standing in a doorway wondering what she did wrong, and tell you the truth she never got: she didn't do anything. I did.
This is the confession of a man who was both Pookie and Ray Ray. The streets and the smooth talker. The hustler and the heartbreaker. A man who broke his own heart before any woman could break it, who turned poetry into a weapon, who chased the surrender of women like other men chase the bottom of a bottle, and who finally had to face the fatherless boy underneath it all.
But this isn't a book that glorifies the poison. It's a book about the way out. From the streets to the cell, from the curses of a broken covenant to the fight to bring a lifetime of lust under order, this is the raw, unflinching story of a man learning that the fire doesn't have to be put out. It has to be brought home.