With Intent to Sell and Smoke

It was the end for me but only the beginning for Number 4

It was a Tuesday, my birthday actually, when they came and got me and took me to the sally port and put me on the bus handcuffed to Number 4.

Since it was my birthday it was the first week of October. What I could see of the air seemed typical of Winston-Salem, a rich blue sky and a still warm breeze and the first hint of gold in the poplar trees downtow…