Attorney for My Own Heart

My brand of teenage heroism meant charging straight into the line of fire for my childhood friend.

When they made him stand in the hall, I stood beside him.

When people spread rumors about him, I set the record straight.

When a pack of thugs cornered him, I came in swinging.

Jessica Garner, the girl who grew up next door to me, was always on my case about never looking out for myself.

Still, she stood beside me in the hall. She guarded the door to the PA room for me. She carefully dabbed ointment on my cuts, one by one.