of course he went 'to bat' for me initially.

I heard 'that's my son!'' from a distance, as he approached the arresting officer.

but when the guns were drawn and the cuffs were placed, the officer said, 'you can go with him too, if you want'

pops straightened all the way out. 'Son, I meet you back at home!'

and that was fine. In that moment, I knew it wasn't his fight anymore.

it was my turn.

we hit.