Take a trip in my mindsee all that I’ve seen,and you’d be called abeast, not a human being…Fuck it, cause there’snot much I can do,there’s no way out, myscreams have no voice nomatter how loud I shout…I could be called alow life, but life ain’tas low as me. I’m in juvenile hall headedfor the penitentiary. George Trevino, sixteen, “Who Am I?