whooping waiting for me at home
that I genuinely considered going to
prison. For a brief moment I
thought I had a plan. “I’ll go away
for a couple of years, come back,
and say I was kidnapped, and mom
will never know and she’ll just be
happy to see me.”
—On the third day, the cops brought
in the largest man I’d ever seen.
This guy was huge. Giant muscles.
Dark skin. Hardened face. He
looked like he could kill all of us.
Me and the other prisoners who’d
been acting tough with one another