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Ex-dealer is no longer the man he used to be

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A young, beautiful, dark-skinned woman, her hair in cornrows and her armswrapped around her pregnancy, sits at the end of a park bench, silent anddepressed, and for good reason: She's married to a 25-year-old drug dealer whosuffered brain damage in a beating last spring, and he faces prison this fall.You can understand why she might want to avoid the conversation at the otherend of the bench - the one between the father of her unborn child and thenewspaper guy. The woman turns her back slightly and stares at the dry grassat her feet.

"She's having a tough time right now," her husband says, his mouth movingoddly, as though a dentist's Novocain hadn't worn off.

His name is Drew, and his mother asked that we publish neither his lastname nor his current address. It's not a matter of embarrassment, she said,but of safety. In June, someone beat Drew into unconsciousness - into, onedoctor predicted, a personality change - and left him for dead at a motel onPulaski Highway. Details are few. Drew can't remember what happened, except tosay, "Something with a friend, and he went to get a guy."

Things are clearer about the decade leading up to the beating.

In the decade leading up to the beating, Drew was a cocaine dealer,hustling in lower Park Heights or wherever the business took him, deep intothe culture of dark corners and young men killing each other. He had droppedout of school as a teenager and started selling coke. He did little else.Though estranged from his family, he sometimes would ask his mother to bringfood to a building in Hampden or an abandoned rowhouse in Park Heights,wherever he was staying.

"He was living crazy," his mother says, and she still doesn't understandit.

"I didn't raise my son in some drug-infested area where there were dealersright outside your door. I raised him mostly in this area [Pikesville] and fora while in Catonsville. ... He's never seen his mother do anything but workfor a living. I've been a bus driver for seven years, and I was a correctionalofficer before that. I raised two other sons, and they're doing fine."

For the longest time, she didn't want Drew anywhere near his youngerbrothers, and told him so again last spring - the day after Baltimore policecame to her Pikesville apartment with a fugitive warrant.

They were looking for Drew, of course. Charged with possession of cocaine,he had failed to appear for a court hearing. "I told the police he wasn'there, but they searched the place anyway," his mother says. "Later, I toldDrew, `I can't have this. I can't have police surrounding my house in thisnice neighborhood. I'm trying to raise my other sons here.'"

Sometimes, on those occasions when Drew would drop by her apartment, hismother found herself staring at him, filthy from the street, in dire need of ashower.

"I would look at this child I gave life to - ravaging my refrigerator likehe hadn't eaten in forever - and wonder, `What happened?' The things he toldme about, things he'd seen and survived, people getting killed. .... He wasn'tafraid to be out there. But he is now."

He is now because of the beating.

His mother doesn't know much about it; no arrests have been made, and shedoesn't expect any. She just accepts it as the kind of violent event thatoccurs in the life of a drug dealer. Drew spent about a month in intensivecare at Johns Hopkins before being released to his mother; he lives with hernow, the first time in years that they've shared a domicile.

"Drew almost died," his mother says. "When the police got to the motel,they found him on the ground. I didn't think he'd ever be well. They said hehad brain damage. I prayed to God for his complete recovery. I was so happy hewas alive, but I was so afraid that he wouldn't be the person I knew."

Turns out, he's not.

The brain damage has had a profound effect, and Drew is no longer dealingdrugs. "He has a fear of the streets that he never had before," his mothersays.

She found him a job busing tables at a Pikesville restaurant thatapparently has a tradition of hiring ex-offenders. Drew started Tuesday, andhis mother and grandmother were excited for this little victory.

But it may be short-lived. The drug charges against him are pending.

"I have to go to court on Thursday," Drew says.

What did his public defender say would happen?

"She said I could get five years, even with a plea."

Maybe the judge will give Drew a break because of the beating. Maybe thejudge will see that enough damage has already been done, and with a job andfamily support, there's hope for Drew to get out of the drug life for good.

Maybe.

Drew just shrugs when I say these things. His beautiful and silent wife,arms wrapped about her unborn child, turns her back to us fully, hard away atthe end of the bench.

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