“Allegations” felt so formal. Like “charges.” I thought about Gio alone in that courtroom at age seventeen. Had he felt as hot sitting there as I felt sitting in the studio? Had he had the same sinking realization that shit was hitting the fan for real? I suddenly thought past the people who might be watching this live. Thought about the millions who might see it on YouTube. Thought about the clips that would be posted on social media, that could follow me, seemingly, forever.
