A man comes around
A beaten Mark Foss figured he’d finally found rock bottom in the back of a police car in April 2002, heading to prison for the third time. He was wearing state-issue clothes and chains on his hands and feet with all those hazy memories from years of drinking, drugging, dealing and deceiving clouding his mind.
He’d been scuffling along the bottom of his life for years, spending 10 of the previous 30 years in prison, jail or rehab. The rest of the time he was high, drunk or both.