Chapter Eleven: Travel Light

Alone in my place in Oakland, I rolled a J, sat by my window, and peered through the curtains. I could see Brutus across the street doing his jailhouse pushups. He looked free and happy. Old, bent, and shacked up with a girl with eleven teeth maybe, but happy. For the first time, I envied the motherfucker.

Unlike him, I had troubles. Something was off in…

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