Back before the storms of 2005, I bought my current place. After buying the place, that was recommended to me by a friend, I met others around here, and some that they knew. The friend that gave me the scoop on the deal I got on this place, had a lady that lived next door to him. After being here for a little while, I met the buddy’s neighbor, and she instantly wanted me to meet her sister. She said we would be good together! The sister was something else. She was in the middle of a rabid divorce, and could only talk about that one subject. Later, we saw that both the sisters were out the box, and on drugs to the extent of doctor shopping. Going from one doctor to another to get prescriptions for drugs. Over the time, I talked to her maybe a couple of times, after I refused to be a part of that world. The last time I talked to Roxy, she told me how she had gotten on crack, and was finally off the drugs.
She sat there and told me a lie to my face, and I knew better than to believe it. I already knew that she and her sister were still up to the old tricks, and were doing crack, methadone, and various other prescription drugs, and dealing them too. The girl had lost weight, and had that far away look when telling me something. She could not look me in the eyes. She was the typical abuser that had a fairy tale response to why things were like they were. I still don’t understand why she would ever want to get close to someone like me. Why the hell would a person want to get close a man that they know buried a brother that was murdered over drugs, and left to Marine Corps boot camp three days later, if that person was on drugs?
She walked a very different path from this man. After all the attempts to help make her understand where she was headed, I failed! She would not listen, and only got worse. Worse beyond your belief! Today, Roxy sits in the Terrebonne Parish Jail, for charges of second degree murder. Second degree murder, of her very own son, that she helped to smuggle drugs into the jail for, that was found dead in jail, for an overdose of the very same drugs she helped to get to him. Her son died of an overdose of cocaine and methadone. She has now had her arraignment, via video transmission from the Terrebonne Parish jail, and pleaded not guilty. Another life ruined, and after so much time spent trying to correct it, before it happened. Like I said, a very sad story.
The mother of a Terrebonne jail inmate who died of a drug overdose pleaded not guilty Monday to the murder charge she faces for her alleged role smuggling the drugs to him.
Roxanne Lirette, 44, and her alleged accomplice, Monique Champagne, each pleaded not guilty to the second-degree murder of 27-year-old Jeremy Walker, Lirette’s son, who died in the jail in February.
The penalty under state law for second-degree murder is an automatic life sentence.
Autopsies have concluded that Walker’s Feb. 10 death was the result of an overdose of cocaine and methadone, authorities said. Those drugs were hidden by his mother within the parcels of tobacco and marijuana the two deputies were bringing into the jail, authorities allege.
Cross posted from The Katrinacrat Blog