on my way to work, b called me. i was surprised he remembered to hit me up. come to think about it, i’m surprised he remembers my number after all these years. they only gave us 15 minutes to speak, but he told me the story of how one of his good homies got stabbed in the temple while he was sleeping and b grabbed him and rushed him to the officers. b said the guy had blood gushing out of his head every time his heart was beating. he was literally dying in his arms. i asked if he survived, and b said he did, but that he’s confused and doesn’t know where he is or how to read or write. i didn’t know it was like that, but i pray for his health and his safety. only 5 more months and some change. he gets out on april 22nd 2018, my 25th birthday.
happy birthday to me.
-ratha, 5:53pm, 11.15.17