![]() Sometimes you read a memoir because you think you’ll find it relatable. ![]() Each one helped him learn the tricky calculus of survival math: how to get by, play the system, use his smarts, use women, and, always “take the fast ten over the slow twenty.” Then he took all of that history and quit the game for a shot at redemption. By blood or choice, from generations back to present day, these faces belong to his antecedents, his father-figures, his cousin-brothers, and his lost comrades. We learn that these cover portraits are his family. We don’t know at the outset who they are or how they fit into Mitchell Jackson’s story - a poetic memoir about his struggle to make it to adulthood in Portland, Oregon in the ’80s and ’90s, in a world of gangs, drugs, and hustle. Twelve unidentifiable men stare out from the cover. ![]()
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