This is Justin from The Generation Y, and we're doing a four-part series

on rambling the story of Khalif Browder, a young boy falsely accused of stealing a backpack

and held at Rikers Island for three years without trial. This story is about a young life caught

in the middle of the justice system. Listen to Generation Y on Amazon Music or wherever you get your

podcast.

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And welcome to my favorite murder, the mini-sode where we read you your stories sometimes on video.

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Yeah, if you want to see how red my face gets just during the day for reasons no one can explain,

join the fan cult and watch these videos. We're good salespeople, right? We know it's going to

draw people in. That's right. Oh, you want to go first? Sure. I'm not going to read you the whole

thing, but this is the topic request that never ends. To my queens, fiends, and everyone in between.

Buckle in because this one is a doozy. When I was a junior at the University of Iowa,

says Gohawks, I was at Nikki's Irish pub in downtown Iowa City for a late night beer during

Halloween weekend. Picture-racy costumes, low lighting, mo bomba, playing way too loud,

and the smell of sweat and burnt popcorn. All well enclosed in this packed-is-hell hole in the

wall bar. Sweat and burnt popcorn. That really paints a picture. Yeah, and like,

stale beer too. And just loud shouting small talk. Yeah. Well, at the bar ordering drinks,

I look over and there's my pre-med beautiful hot-ass crush standing right next to me,

also ordering drinks. Courage fed by alcohol consumed prior on the night told me that this was the

moment to make a move. After a flirty, oh, hey cowboy. And then it says, it's Halloween in Iowa,

cowboy costumes are are given. We start chatting it up. Things were going great except for this

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