I’m Still Listening To My Gut
One year later
When I was four, I used to play with my friend, Tiffany, across the street like every other kid in 1987.
We’d hang out in her backyard, play in her room and basically, had the run of the house.
I’ll never forget the day two police officers came to my door. I thought I was in deep shit. I didn’t understand what I had done wrong. I never…