YOU OVERSLEPT. So you are rushing. Maybe to a call-out or program. You throw on your greens. Lace up your boots. A buzzer screams, long and grating. You glance warily around your cell; you may have forgotten something. You are rushing. [...]
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I got out of the Bloods. I realized that it is virtually impossible to consider someone your "brother" without the visceral love that comes with such, which is to say the prevailing emotion one feels in a prison gang is fear.