The Way I See It: My Side of the Story (part 2)

 Part Two.

In August of 2000, I took a trip to Reeds Spring, Missouri to visit a friend of mine where I met the gal that later on became my wife. I stayed for about two weeks and then came back to Texas. After a month I had convinced the gal from Missouri to come down and stay with me. She stayed for about a month and decided to go back to Missouri after Sonya Lopez showed up at my job and asked me to go help her move a couch. I know the date was September 28th. It was the gal from Missouri's birthday, because when I came in late that night she made sure to let me know about it "and for years after too."  

By the first part of October, the gal from Missouri went home. I was on my own, 23 and unregulated. Needless to say, things were getting out of control. Work, drugs, fights and wild women was the extent of my day to day life. During that time was the last time I saw Sonya Lopez. I sat on the steps of her apartment with her and we just talked. She probably didn't understand the real reason I had my brother take me to see her that night, and I'm sure it didn't help that I was high and looked like hell from months of being high. But the reason was not just to try and get back together with her, I was hoping she could help save me from myself. I knew that if I didn't find a way to slow down I would self-destruct. 

I spent a ton of money on drugs trying to forget a horrific childhood just to find out that the drugs made everything worse and I still remember everything. So with all that was going on I decided to make a change "please believe when I say it was not easy". I walked away from everything that I ever knew in my hometown, the town I spent my entire life in a hurry to get back to. On November 22, 2000 I caught a ride with my future brother in law who was stationed at Fort Hood and was on his way home for Thanksgiving. I left Texas with $400 ,a laundry basket of clothes and a handful of tool's and that was it.

So starting over was a real rough go and for a long time it didn't seem that I was going to do much better for myself up there.  Although relocating did regulate me for a few months I managed to get back into the drug scene once the local meth dealers found out I was pretty fair with a wrench. Pedal to the metal once again. That went on for several years until one day I looked up and everyone I was associated with were falling off, either going to prison or dying. I was the last one left out of the five of us. After doing some bad dope and thinking I was going to die I made the choice to clean up in 2007. So I got a tax paying job at the bus shop working on tour buses in Branson Missouri. 

The first year was the hardest but I got through it. I was off the drugs, had a good job, nice house, two nice trucks and a work truck things were finally starting to show some improvement. I was on top of my game at work, had more work on the side than I could get to. I was doing good but my marriage was beyond repair and we both knew it. She ran through my money as fast as I could make it, probably intentionally this caused a lot of problems. In early 2008 my wife came to me and asked me why Sonya Lopez was trying to contact me on my wife's Facebook page. I really had no idea as to why Sonya was trying to contact me. I didn't keep a Facebook account because I utterly despise the gossip network. 

On December 23, 2008 I was given a head's up by a friend's sister who worked dispatch at the Branson police department. She told me that the police were on their way to see me so I said okay. Since I was at work I gathered up my tool's and locked my toolbox and prepared for a worse case scenario. I was standing in front of the shop waiting for the police and watched them pull in the drive, immediately identified myself and asked what was the purpose of their visit. The dumb bastards tried to tell me they were there to return some stolen money to me and that they needed to make sure I was the correct Bobby Buckner.