Trigger warning: Drugs, violence, and gang activity
When we met, I didn’t know who he was. I just thought he was this goofy, kind-hearted ginger that I worked with that made me laugh. I was wrong.
I had heard them all joke around about the fact that he had been in jail before, but I didn’t ask why until we were finally alone in the break room together. He looked at me and said, “I was arrested for gang activity.” Being from a small town with zero chances of being caught up in a gang situation, I was naive to what “gang activity” meant.
He wasn’t too keen on the idea of telling me quite yet, which I understood. Frankly, I didn’t even know if I wanted to know in the first place, so I let it be at that. I was nervous, yet very intrigued by this person. He was such a mystery to me and I wanted more.
I have always been really interested in true crime, particularly documentaries on the mafia from back in the early 1900s, but never did I think I would meet someone in a gang, let alone be involved with them romantically.