I woke up at 2:22AM. She hadn’t come home. And I thought about her getting arrested. Or killed by a drunk driver. Hacked up and murdered. Gang raped.
Murdered by cholo gangsters. Murdered and carjacked. And I thought about how I’d get revenge. A drone with a bomb hovering over the cholo family barbecue. Shrapnel bomb shredding the gangbangers and their abuelas.
Meeting the perpetrator in jail for one of those spiritual forgiveness meetings. But then sliding his child’s finger across the table. Continue reading
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