After getting off my motorcycle and taking my helmet off, I walk over to and up the stairs of the apartment complex. I’ve just gotten back from another day of school, that I mostly skipped to be with my gang and sell some drugs. As I open the front door to the apartment, I’m hit with the smell of teriyaki chicken, broccoli, and egg rice. I smile softly, calling out in a happy and deep voice. “Ma I’m back home!”