After Sunday morning worship I was driving down the street, my eyes almost blinded by the sun's brightness. In the distance, I saw silhouettes of three people standing on the corner outside of a mom and pop convenient store.

I drove nearer.

It was three of my boys.

I pulled over.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked

"What's up T.?"

"T, we broke," one of the boys said.

That was his way of saying, "The program’s over."

"T, you want to be the driver?" (Referring to a drive by shooting)

What he meant was, "We're back to what we were doing before." [more]

I drove up Blue Hill Avenue. Prostitutes my age work the avenue. A prostitute with whom I shared many blunts was standing in front of a Haitian Church at 7 a.m., looking to be picked, chosen by a trick. I drove past her, but in my heart I wanted to get out and tell her to get in my car. But then I realized, where am I am going to take her? I couldn’t take her home with me. So I kept driving and prayed two things. I prayed and thanked God that that isn’t me, and I prayed and asked God to help her. [more]