huge fight. “Your son has burned
down my life!” But there was no
punishment for me that day. My
mom was too much in shock.
There’s naughty, and then there’s
burning down a white person’s
house. She didn’t know what to do.
I didn’t feel bad about it at all. I
still don’t. The lawyer in me
maintains that I am completely
innocent. There were matches and
there was a magnifying glass and
there was a mattress and then,
clearly, a series of unfortunate
events. Things catch fire
sometimes. That’s why there’s a fire
brigade. But everyone in my family