Growing up, my pops always said I was going to go to jail. Just like him. He always said you would be just another black boy from a poor neighborhood. You will piss and shit in front of men for the rest of your life or part of it at lease. I never believed anything he said. Who would believe a drunk anyway? Look at me now behind bars wishing I was on the block drink raspberry lemonade chilling with Jess and Teto. How did I get here? I don't even know. I had a full ride to college. I was going to be a law. Now I need one. Before I tell you how I got here, Don't you want to know my name? Well, its James. I am a high school senior with a 4.0 GPA behind bars for loving a girl.