What's up, you guys! Welcome back. So for today’s video, I thought I would share more about mine and Randy’s relationship. If you guys have not seen "A Toxic Love Story," I’ll link that down below, but I’m gonna be telling you guys a lot of stories about Randy and me. One, because I’ve gotten his permission, and two, because they were absolutely crazy. And just before we get started, please understand that not only was I really young, I was really angry and just really violent, like in my past, but drugs also fueled that. So when you’re young, you don’t really know how to respond to things, I think, and when you compile that with drugs and a crazy relationship, you’re gonna act weird, you know what I mean? So just know that I’m not that person anymore, but I feel like it’s important to share these stories with you guys just so that you can get an insight into my past and what I really was like. So let’s go ahead and get started. If you did me wrong in my past, I would retaliate against you. So with that being said, let me back it up here. Randy and I got into a fight one night because two weeks prior, I told him, "Do not sell my drugs to this person." I didn’t like this girl, didn’t want her to have my stuff. One of my runners had mentioned, "Hey, did you know so-and-so owes Randy this amount of money?" And I was like, "Why is he going near her?" You know, so I was just pretty pissed off about it. So one night, we’re not really doing anything; we’re just at our apartment, but he seems kind of off. And every time I got a package, I would have to take the drugs and separate everything. This is what we need to sell, this is what Randy can have, this is what I can have, and that’s just how I did it for months and months just to kind of take care of our addiction and take care of us, and then take care of money that I owe to my guy, all the bills coming in and out, money going in and out for my runners, so it was kind of a whole system. So I had just done that that day, and I gave Randy what his share was, you know? I gave him enough that it probably should have lasted him five days, and he did it all in one day—or he was lying about doing it all in one day, most likely that. So I kind of got pissed off and I said, "Stop being a junkie." Hello, we’re both junkies, like you’re crazy. He got really offended by that, and I knew that he would. I was kind of picking a fight with him just because I was mad, like I knew what to say to piss him off. Um, so we got mad and started this crazy fight and decided to grab a bag, you know, grab a duffel bag or suitcase and pack all your stuff. If you guys know what I’m talking about, like sh*t has not gotten real until someone grabs a suitcase and they’re packing, you know? That just, like, unleashes a new kind of crazy for us girls, like, you know, at least me. If you reach for a suitcase, I will act crazy, you know, let me help you with that, let me help you pack that, right? So I’m talking crazy smack to him; I was, I probably hit him, I was probably being crazy and violent because I didn’t want him to go, but at the same time, like my pride was like, "You want to leave? Leave." You know, I was crazy. So he left, and I kind of at first thought, like, he’s just gonna go to his mom’s house, you know? And I was really upset. I probably cried ‘cause he left again, and it was just this dramatic scene. Like, I’m so grateful that I don’t have to deal with this drama anymore, but I got really high and I stayed up all night, and it just kind of dawned on me that he was probably with this girl. And I started making phone calls, I’m like, "Hey, find him." I would do that all the time, you guys. I’d call my runners, I’d call my people, I’d be like, "Hey, find Randy right now, right now, please." So they found him not very long after he had left—a couple of hours, probably—and they told me he’s with this girl. So I was told he was with a girl probably around midnight, and now I just kept getting higher and higher and higher, and more irate and more crazy. And I decided I was going to kill her, probably Randy too if he got in my way, because you’re not gonna disrespect me, you’re not gonna owe me money, you’re not gonna sleep with my boyfriend, you’re not gonna run around town and make me look like a fool. And I built that up in my mind, you know? I’m pacing back and forth in my house and I’m like, you know what, I’m gonna kill her. I didn’t tell anyone I was gonna kill her, and I didn’t call anyone for guns. So the way that I kind of ran my life, ran my business—so stupid—I had my runners keep guns for me. I didn’t like to keep guns in the house, for obvious reasons. Randy and I fight like crazy, so I had some kind of rationale back then. Randy and I are crazy, we’re felons, I can’t have guns in the house. I wouldn’t even like to keep a lot of my drugs in the house, but that’s a story for another time. So, um, I decided I’m gonna stab her. I have tons of knives, I really like knives, so I was gonna break in her house and I was gonna kill her. That was my plan. I was so hostile; there was no talking me down. So her apartment was kind of close to mine; it was maybe a 90-second walk. I lived on Main Street in Sydney, she also lived on Main Street in Sydney. Now it’s 5 a.m. when I decide to go to her apartment, kick open the door. The way her apartment was, there was a Main Street entrance, and you go up the stairs and there are apartments in these buildings. So I just have to walk in her door, the front Main Street door, and then kick open her very flimsy apartment door. If you guys know the building I’m talking about by Trackside, ooh, these buildings are just really—they’re old, they’re dated. So, um, I start—I go, and I’m sorry, I go to this place, right? And the bottom door is locked. I start pounding on that door, thinking another apartment goer is gonna hear me and come down and let me in. And I just could not believe that front door was locked, you know? The Main Street door was usually open because other people lived there. But Randy knew me; he knew that I was gonna figure out where he was, he knew I was gonna come there, and he, like, bolt-locked that bottom door. And it was kind of a thick door, it’s kind of heavy. I’m pounding on this door in a blind rage, guys. I tried kicking it open, but it’s just so thick, I can’t kick it open. I just didn’t have that kind of strength. I could kick open, like, a normal door, like the door to her apartment, but I could not kick open this really thick door. So I’m pounding on it, pounding on it, pounding on it. Now people have noticed. There’s a little diner right next to this apartment, and, like, older people that probably knew my family saw me out there pounding on this door, kicking this door, acting crazy, yelling, screaming. I’m just drawing all kinds of attention. I just want her to come downstairs to talk, you know what I mean? Like, that’s the kind of sh*t I’m yelling, but, like, I know what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna kill her—that was my intention, that’s what I thought I went there for. Beat the hell out of her, and probably, probably stab her. I would be more specific, but, but, I guys don’t want you to think I’m, like, too crazy, but that was just my intention, that was my thought process. So I’m pounding on this door and people were like, "Oh my god, what the hell?" And I walked away, and it’s snowing. It’s January in New York, so it’s snowing, it’s freezing cold, but I was so mad that I didn’t even feel it. I didn’t even have a coat, I just had, like, a hoodie on, you know? And, um, I found out later—I decided to go home—I found out later that the girl that was up there was really freaking scared, and she should have been. I went there specifically to hurt her badly. Um, so I found out later, you know, she was up there scared. I went home, I’m pacing, I’m upset, I am just crazy at this point, you know what I mean? So I decided just to calm down, let it go. I couldn’t get in, I couldn’t hurt her, I’ll get her another time, that’s what I thought. "Let it go, you’re drawing too much attention to yourself, calm the freak down, let it go." So I called my friend the next day. It was 2 or.