You know in the days before smart phones us kids adapted.

The Ghetto News Network?

If you know you know.

We had a binders of stories from kids who died of the cold, died of an overdose, died from a terf war.

Their stories. Passed down and trusted to those of us that might make it. Some of mine are in there. Maybe lost to time. Maybe carried on online somewhere. We crossed states with that thing.

All we had were stories. And they matter.