February 25, 2014

 

 

Ten months after my 10 years, two months and seven days in prison, I was hired part-time to do some noble works. I got a gig as a violence interrupter for this local organization called Save Our Streets that was five minutes walking distance from my building in St. M...

February 24, 2014

 

When my parents would come visit me “up north, ” the directional colloquialism for spending time in the various slave-holding facilities known as penitentiaries– otherwise euphemistically known as correctional facilities– they would rant about how the neighborhood loo...

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