Dear Justyce (Dear Martin, #2)

by Nic Stone

“Those assholes can’t seem to care about being offensive, so why should I give a damn about being agreeable?”

It didn’t matter what he did. Staying focused didn’t give Quan any control at all.

Dude had all these obstacles he couldn’t seem to get past no matter how hard he tried, and it was almost as though falling into the life of crime everybody expected from him was (sorta) unavoidable?

So your son is a grown man by Jewish standards, yet still gets treated like a kid. Meanwhile ain’t no ceremonies for kids like us, but if we get in trouble we get treated like adults.”

The reason I joined the Black Jihad: I needed backup. Support without judgment. People who hadn’t—and wouldn’t—give up on me. I needed a family.

How the hell’s a person supposed to give something they ain’t never had?

And that’s what it comes down to. We find the families we were desperate for and learn different ways of going about things. Ways that sometimes land us in places/positions we don’t really wanna be in.

jason jason grind and grit don’t forget you’re not alone for everywhere is where you fit and everyone feels just the same

Which was the hardest thing of all about telling this story: knowing the most fictional part is the support Quan receives.