It was a hot mid-July day when I got off the boat for my two-week break. I was excited! I was going to head back to Birmingham, Alabama, and party with my Uncle Wes. I arrived home in the afternoon and my Uncle greeted me at his door. He said he had bought two eight-balls of crack cocaine and asked if I wanted to ride to Jackson, Mississippi, and attend a blues festival. I said, "hell yeah",...