his name was k.k., we called him k.k. he was killed. he was killed by a police officer. he ran him over. my son was playing in the street. it was an accident. but my world just crumbled. i began to drink. and that escalated to drug use. and i was incarcerated for the drug use. you know, long before my son was killed, though, i had endured so many experiences that were just really hard. and traumatic. you know, all sorts of abuse. but my son's death just kind of knocked me over. and i was incarcerated for that drug use. no one ever said, you're not a bad person, you're a sick person. you have trauma. i remember going in front of the judge and laying it all out for him. and asking for help. and that judge sent me to prison for two years. and over and over and over again. so when i reached santa monica, that was just a lucky break. had i not gotten that break, i don't know where i'd be or what could have happened. you know, since then, i've committed and dedicated my life to helping women in the pain, the suffering, the trauma, the abuse of incarceration. and yes, i left th