This will sound mean, but just because Khalil’s not living doesn’t mean you stop living. You understand, baby?


I hope none of them ask about my spring break. They went to Taipei, the Bahamas, Harry Potter World. I stayed in the hood and saw a cop kill my friend.


I count: One. Two. Three. Four. I lose count around twelve because the guns in their holsters are all I can see.


I don’t think I’ll ever forget what happened, but saying it out loud, that’s different. And hard.

All the sympathy, the smiles, the understanding. This chick was baiting me. Investigating or justifying?