“One young man sobbed when a guard pushed him to the floor. He said, ‘I’m not a gang member. I’m gay. I’m a barber.’ I believed him. *** He “began to whimper,” as his head was roughly shaved, “folding his hands in prayer as his hair fell.” He “asked for his mother & cried as he was slapped again.”

Blue Sky is like a big party where I know I have friends I’m just not sure where they are. Maybe I’ll pour myself a drink and bum a cigarette.