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The true story of a recent law school graduate landing herself in Los Angeles County Jail and her experience living with bipolar disorder. Laskey shares in riveting detail what it is really like to go crazy (five times) and the psychic occurrencesMoreThe true story of a recent law school graduate landing herself in Los Angeles County Jail and her experience living with bipolar disorder. Laskey shares in riveting detail what it is really like to go crazy (five times) and the psychic occurrences and spiritual confusion that accompanied her mental illness. In a rigorously honest account of her unique experiences the reader is taken along on Laskeys winding spiritual journey which was heavily influenced by hip hop music. At one point her fanaticism for hip hop turned into delusion and for a time Laskey was convinced that rap lyrics were prophesies that her life fulfilled and that she was destined for marriage with Kanye West, never mind Kim Kardashian West. After many struggles and unfavorable circumstances she was finally led to accept Christ and becom a Christian which resolved the spiritual issues that accompanied her mental illness and gave her great peace. Not only is this story enlightening on the often misunderstood topic of mental illness, it is an action-packed read told with a strong sense of humor that you wont be able to put down!Excerpt:From my vantage point behind the glass of the attorney conference tank at the San Fernando Courthouse I observed the police officers in their dingy basement environment. An attorney conference tank sounds like an appropriate place for a recent law school graduate like me to find one’s self but, unfortunately for me, on this particular day I was just another criminal inmate awaiting my court hearing. I assumed I was locked in the glass tank so that the inmates in the cement-walled general population tank wouldn’t beat me up, as they had threatened to on the bus ride in, however as I would later find out, I was charged with four violent felonies, so maybe it was I who was considered to be the threat.At this point I was a “fish”, someone still dressed in the clothes in which they were arrested. In my case that wasn’t much: bikini bottoms under little pink Nike shorts, a turquoise sports bra top, and giant jail-issued flip flops because I was arrested without shoes. I had spent three days in these clothes in a jail cell somewhere in Los Angeles County where I spent my time trying to dissuade dreadlocks from developing in my hair and taking comfort in the Kanye West lyrics that were constantly playing in my head. You see, I was under the belief that Kanye West’s lyrics were prophecies that I, his future wife (nevermind Kim Kardashian), was fulfilling. When I looked in the foggy jail cell mirror at my severely swollen black left eye, courtesy of the arresting police officer slamming my face into the ground, I heard Kanye rap “I can’t complain what an accident did to my left eye, ‘cause look what an accident did to Left Eye”, Kanye West “Never Let Me Down”. I heard “To whom much is given much is tested, get arrested guess until he gets the message”, Kanye West “Can’t Tell Me Nothing”, and figured that my injury and arrest were worth it to fulfill my destiny with Yeezy. Kanye says, “I’ll be gone till November I got packs to move”, Kanye West “Jesus Walks”, so I figured he would retrieve me shortly as it was late October at the time of my arrest....A few days before I was arrested I thought I had an A-list entourage waiting for me. I thought I had finally arrived. Although Mr. West never did show up to bail me out, in a very important way it can be said that I did arrive to my destiny at the courthouse. This is because, thanks to a man I call “Officer Chaplain”, I was saved.