I Didn’t Get Stabbed

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Winston was a hothead. We met because he stabbed someone over a five-dollar debt. Within five seconds of meeting him, I knew he was raised by absentee alcoholic parents. We would play basketball every day at the penitentiary. Winston was one of the worst I’ve ever played basketball with. He simply could not grasp the concept of a reach-in foul. And when frustrated, he would push or throw a punch.