What’s sad is the fact that I didn’t even know I could be more than a hoodsta until I was incarcerated. All of my juvenile life I believed all black males were either gang related or well-off. As the son of a Pastor, The moral complex was “Why is God setting me up for failure”. I never actually joined a gang, but I don’t think that matters to my victims. I vowed that once I was released I was going to try to inform as many lost souls as myself that you’re not defined by your defaults.