early this week in Rochester, a 14-year-old boy shot a cop in the back of the head.
boom. down.
my boyfriend can't understand why i'm not surprised. i ask, haven't you read Native Son? but he doesn't get it.
i imagine the boy trapped beneath the moonlight, a searchlight, after the drug bust. the police were gonna let the kids go, but the adrenaline was already pulsing full-force. what else can you do with a .22 shotgun other than aim & fire?
desperation is a funny thing. it can make you think you've got nothing to gain, nothing to lose.
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