As far as Justin knew, there was only one way out of
his neighborhood: basketball. So he ran with the ball
like the hounds were chasing him. He could drop
any of the older guys at the court in a blaze of
crossovers, fadeaways, and finger rolls, and the
younger guys didn’t stand a chance. Justin saw his
way out and he ran for it. But the world has a funny
way of changing right when you think you’ve got
things figured out, and that’s just what happened to
Justin.