I Didn’t Give Up On Him

“This is a collect call from *** Correctional Facility. Press 0 to accept the charges,” a recorded voice intones in my ear. I sigh, shift to another foot. I’m not even surprised anymore, not really. I press 0. It’s him, of course. “Hey babe,” he says, “me and B. got popped out by his house. … Continue reading I Didn’t Give Up On Him