Arrested at Age 12 – #2 of 10 Things I Can’t Believe I Really Did
The heavy-around-the-middle cop shut the front door behind himself, took a notepad from his shirt pocket and flipped it open. His gaze fell on me, crossed legged on the floor in tube socks, sneakers, a puffy little fro and a mouthful of silver braces. “I’m looking for these three people. Have any of you seen them?” he asked us. The third name was mine. The living room full of underage cigarette smokers, truants and long-hairs fell silent but for a ping-pong ball that bounced