May

28

Justice?!?

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I went with my mom to visit my little brother, , in yesterday. I miss him so much, but it hurts me to see him. He was only seventeen when he got locked up for being an accessory to robbery. He’s almost 22 now and I feel like I barely even know him anymore. Seeing him in is very painful. I feel so much for him. I also feel a lot of over the crime he committed because he partly did it to help me. Granted, I didn’t ask him to help rob the store, but he tried to help me the only way he could think of at the time.

I was really concerned about him awhile back because he got his patch (gang tattoo) from the U.A.B (United Aryan Brotherhood). I didn’t like it, but I understood why he joined them. A kid his age needs all the protection he can get in a shit-hole like that. Now, ironically, I’m glad he joined them. They kept him from being killed. I’m really worried about that now because

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