In Michigan we call it selling slum. A symphony of baritones, reverberating air full of testosterone: men in discord. After a certain point, I don’t even hear words anymore.
fighting in prison
Never walk away from a fight. Never back down. Lock eyes, stand firm, and don't bow to anyone but God or a badge. You may win, you may lose, you may even have to draw, but in the end you will not be stolen from, lied to or bullied.
One day as I was sitting on my cubicle floor deciding which flavor of Ramen Noodles would be my lunch, my friend Lacy darted past my “house” (or cubicle) and gleefully announced, “Teezy and Bri are fighting in the dayroom! Get [...]