Posted on Wednesday, June 22, 2011
in Letters to the World
Today’s GUEST BLOG by Lil’ Tito Campeones
Yo, straight up, life on the streets is hard, k?
I been livin’ here at KID JAIL since I was five. That’s 17% of my life GONE.
The first time I got arrested I was four. I slapped my moms for actin’ a fool. Most parents would accept this as a normal four-year-old tantrum, but my moms called the cops. Also, she stabbed herself with a kitchen knife and laid on the floor in a pool of her own blood.
Now I’m here. You can see my homies up there. The big one is Juan. He’s five. The doctors say his mustache is unusual. I just think it’s funny cuz it looks like when Prince had that thin mustache in the 90s and everyone was like, “WTF, Prince?”
The other homie is Tim. Tim is eleven, which makes him the big dog here at Kid Jail. But Tim gots another thing comin’ when he hits real juvie next year. One day in the yard (pictured), Tim pooped his pants because he thought about his transfer. He says he regrets robbing the Costco down the street, and if he could get out, he would go back to being “normal – you know, playing video games, drinking Capri Suns.”
But in my book, once you’re a criminal, you’re a criminal for LIFE.