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  • He still has the face of a boy. In about a year though, that will be gone and his appearance will match his words, deeds and the inner environment that those arise from. His situation is so textbook that it's almost not real to me. But it is. The fractured home he comes from is real. The cops he's on the run from are real. The weed he blazes while we walk through his neighborhood on our visits is real. And the near certain destruction he's headed for... it's real too.

    I go and see him when i can here lately. I want to think that we will know each other for a long time and i will have a chance to help him at some point. And maybe i will. For now we just walk and talk about what it's like for him to be 15 and for me to be 32. After he gets high he usually plays a beat on his phone and raps over it. And when he gets real faded he talks me into freestyling with him. One or two times i almost dropped it pretty good. Good enough that he keeps letting me come back. If there is a story to be told here though, it wont be found in my words just yet, but in his. Here are a few of them.
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