They Be Crazier Than We Are.

I Looked At Micah, Who Shrugged. I Looked At Rafael, Who Shook His Head. Nice That None Of Us Knew Why He Was Undressing.

Sometimes Love Makes You Selfish. Sometimes It Makes You Stupid. Sometimes It Reminds You Why You Love Your Gun.

Truth Could Be Violent, Could Strip You Of Dignity And Hope Just As Quickly As A Gun.

I Laid My Hand On Top Of Theirs, And All I Could Think Was, Is This How Revolutions Begin? Not With A Proclamation Or A Riot, But With A Few People In A Room Somewhere With Their Hands Clasped And A Purpose.

That Disapproving Look Was Back In Her Eyes. Her Teacher Face. The One That Could Make You Squirm From Ten Paces, Even If You Were Innocent. And I Hadn't Been Innocent For Years.