Where’s my boy now?

I ask that question a lot. His momma don’t want me to know about him. Says I’d be a bad influence on him.

I don’t think I’m ever gonna walk through those gates and breathe like a free man again. At night my chest tightens, and I gasp for breath like a landed catfish. The doc says there’s nothing he can do.

But maybe it’ll be different for my son. Maybe he’ll stick with his schooling–I never had patience for it, and never saw the point. Maybe he’ll get a good job and meet a decent girl.

His momma’s right. He’s better off without me.

I just wish I knew what he was doing… .

For him, I have hope.

Match the story (and the number) to the face at Mirrors.