dream. Then I looked around and
remembered that it wasn’t.
Breakfast came, and I settled in to
wait.
A day in jail is mostly silence
punctuated by passing guards
shouting profanities at you, doing
roll call. Inside the holding cell
nobody says anything. Nobody
walks into a jail cell and says, “Hi,
guys! I’m Brian!” Because everyone
is afraid, and no one wants to
appear vulnerable. Nobody wants to
be the bitch. Nobody wants to be
the guy getting killed. I didn’t want
anyone to know that I was just a kid
in for a traffic charge, so I reached