Drop the mike.
That's the theme here.
When ever a discussion is winding down, the side that's lost defaults to some kind of personal attack ... ''you're a cho-mo, you're a liar, you're stupid, something ..."
It's easy to see who wins the debates here.
Roger's story is very similar to mine. I grew up rough. Sounds like not near as rough as him, no prison for me ... but, yea. A family drenched in drugs and alcohol, weekly visits from the po po, judges, social workers ... a stint in juvie.
Every single person who I grew up with, in my old neighborhood, is either in prison or dead. Every one.
Why did I make it out?
Was it because I actually looked around at the destruction surrounding me and decided that I didn't want to play that any more? Was it because I got offa my ass and got a job, got educated?
No.
Can't be.
I should have done what my childhood friends did. Get pregnant so I can collect gov' money. Set up my own cocaine and heroin distribution business. Get hooked up to food stamps, HUD housing.
I wonder if any of my old buddies are voting for Bernie ... is a state penitentiary inmate allowed to vote?
Can a dead man vote IF he isn't buried in Chicago?