From the Inside Looking Out
When you’re in prison, outside sights and sounds can become cruel jokes.
Nine a.m. Shots ring out. Pop, pop pop. No one stirs. No one bothers. Staccatos from the gun range outside our prison. All day long.
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I was desensitized to guns at an early age—an age when the only firearms I should have known were those that fit into G.I. Joe’s grip. Old soda cans and beer bottles were the only targets my friends and I had to practice on. Hand-me-down pistols that my friends and I passed back and forth. These were the only things we had to protect ourselves in Brooklyn.
