Larry Huch learned about generational curses the hard way – he was afflicted with one. Namely rage. Huch was not only addicted to cocaine, but some of his best friends were drug lords. He even tried to find God through his drug of choice and all sorts of exotic religions before someone invited him to church. There, the young barefoot and bearded man with waist-length dirty hair, feather earrings and visible needle tracks up and down his arms found Jesus Christ. That was 30 years ago.