The Jukebox Maw
People like to cast me in a certain light. They see the height, the way I carry my shoulders like I’m looking for a reason to drop them, and they think they’ve seen the movie before. I’m the “bad boy” in the leather jacket, the one smoking in slow motion while the soundtrack gets heavy. Being the biggest sophomore at Crenshaw didn’t help the image, and neither did the knuckles I was constantly…










