Take a trip to my mindset all that I've seen, and you'd be called beast, not a human being... Fuck it, cause there'snot much I can do, there's no way out, my screams have no voice no matter how loud I shout... I could be called low life, but life ain'tta slow as me. I'm in juvenile hall headed for the penitentiary. George Trevino, sixteen, "Who Am I?

No Matter How Loud I Shout: A Year in the Life of Juvenile Court