Gizz called me.
“I’m out of jail”, he said.
He was arrested for breaking and entering (B & E). That’s his MO (Modus operandi).
He’d say, “I been B & Eing since I was a baby.”
He robs homes for expensive merchandise, mostly electronics, and then he’ll sell it on the streets for half the price.
“You know Black?” he asked.
Every hood has a dude so dark-skinned they call him “Black”.
“Black who?” I asked
“He’s from Plaza Park.”
“Yes,” I said, “I know him.”
“We were cell mates. We were talking about you. He was like – yeah, I know Talia.”
We talked about Black for a bit. Then work.
“I need a job T,” he said.
After we were through talking, I wondered how my name came up in their conversation in a county jail cell.
Were they talking about street work? Employment?
Regardless, I was flattered to know that even while the young men I’ve worked with are incarcerated, they remember me.
And hopefully, it’s because of something I said.