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"I been to prison, been on drugs," he says on the phone. "I don't do nothing but dream about violence or drugs or captivity. I'm haunted by my past when I go to these borders trying to get across and they're bringing up something I did when I was a teenager."
Still, Junior is quick to agree that he's truly traveled far. "When I can look down at the level of my ground where I came from, excuse my language, but you're damn right I'm successful. I may not be at the level of a B.B. King or my father, but I came from a low, low place, brother. Even though I'm not up on that high level with all those icons, I would call this a successful stage of my career."
Is that enough for him?
He answers the question by referring to his namesake: "I seen him drop a quarter in the bus and say 'I'll see you tomorrow,' and I seen him pull up with limousines with bodyguards — so I know that it's about hard work. I'm not finished. You will be let down in life, but I was taught that a letdown is a motivating factor to get back up."