Within a year of leaving the University of Nebraska I was dealing drugs. I liked to convince

myself that it was the choice I had to make between food and shelter that drove me to it. If

faced with similar dilemmas, anyone might do the same. It was desperation—or maybe it

was Shea. She had a way of influencing. When we met she was the lithe model type—not

the average Nordic blond corn fed farm girl. Rather she was big city artsy in her Doc

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