The ankle monitor sat tight around Von’s leg like an ever-present reminder: freedom, but not really. The walls of his spacious apartment weren’t cold like a cell, but they still closed in on him just enough to make him twitch. Outside, Chicago pulsed with summer energy—sirens, block parties, arguments, opportunity. Inside, Von was pacing less and gaming more, finding brief escape through pixels and NBA courts on the screen. “man, pass the ball, Y’all dumb as hell.”
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