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lesson and all will be forgiven."
      "Don't get it twisted," Deon corrected me. "My dad is not happy about me being here. And when I do go back home, I know that things are going to be different."
      "Yeah, but your parents care and understand, right?" I asked.
      "My dad sort of understands but my mom couldn't even talk when she saw me in here. She just cried. It was hard for me to see her so hurt." Deon swallowed hard.
      "That just means that she cares, man, and that's a good thing. My mother will come in here and raise hell with me. That's how she is. She'll remind me how all of this is my fault and I deserve what I'm getting. I swear, sometimes I wonder if she's really my mother."
      "Come on, let's walk around a little," said Deon.
      "Walk where, man?" I asked, looking around. "This place is like the inside of a bank vault."
      "I know it is but the moving around helps to keep me from going completely nuts. By moving around I feel like I'm going somewhere."
      Walking around was cool with me, so Deon and I slowly strolled around the outer walls of the common area. No sooner had we begun moving about than he started pretending that he was shooting jump shots. "They have a gymnasium in here for us but the floor is being fixed." Deon shared more information with me but I couldn't have cared less about the gymnasium.
      "Okay, go on. What's the deal with how you ended up here in prison paradise?"
      "Saturday night I took my mom's car while she was asleep and drove myself to Tricked Out, the teen nightclub. When I got there, a line of people was wrapped around the building waiting to get in. I parked my mother's car next to a black Chevy Caprice that was filled with people. When I got out of the car, one of the guys recognized me. They'd scored some alcohol from a nearby convenience store and asked if I wanted a drink. I joined them and hammered down a few beers and a few wine coolers. There was no need to go inside the club because the party was right outside where I was. The guys said that they were going to go get some more alcohol and asked if I wanted to come with. I said no, because I wanted to catch up with some more folks who were inside the club. I went inside and hung out with Liz Lloyd and the crew. I was feeling great when all of a sudden I felt as if the room was spinning around. I knew I was feeling that way because of all of the alcohol I'd drank. At that point I decided that it was time to head home. So I walked back out to the parking lot and got in my mother's car. I knew that I was too buzzed to drive so I got in the passenger seat, pulled the seat lever and lowered it into a reclining position. I then drifted off to sleep. The next thing I knew cops had surrounded the car and had their flashlights beaming in my face. They were yelling and shouting, 'Get out of the car!' I had no clue as to what was going on. I got out of the car and was detained and placed in the back of a squad car. Several officers searched the car but didn't find anything unusual. Then an officer comes over and opens up the squad car door to talk to me. He says, 'The car you're in has been reported stolen.' At that point I got ticked off.
      "'Get real,'" I said, snapping at him because I thought he was on some racial-profiling power trip. "'Look, man,' I said to him, 'I have keys to the car. I didn't steal it.'"
      "What did the cop say then?" asked Deon.
      "He said that it didn't matter as far as he was concerned because I was inside a vehicle that had been reported stolen. Then he asked me if I'd been drinking. I refused to answer his question.
      "'Did you hear me?' he asked once again. 'I said have you been drinking alcohol?'"
      "At that point I'd gotten irritated and wanted to smash anything that I could because nothing was going right. I wanted to lie to him about the drinking, but I didn't. I told him that I had a few drinks but not that many. I told him that I was a really good driver and I was