there’d be a police chase, cop cars
flying through after some guy with
a stolen car. Then everyone would
go home for dinner with their
families. I’d take my computer, get
back in a minibus, ride home, sleep,
and then come back and do it all
again the next day.
—A year passed. Then two. I had
stopped planning for school, and
was no closer to having the money
to enroll.
The tricky thing about the hood
is that you’re always working,
working, working, and you feel like