04/07/2026
When he was little, Dustin didn’t dream of being a gang member or a menace to his community. He never imagined what it would be like to be a crystal m**h addict, or an absent dad, and he had no fantasies of spending his twenties or thirties going in and out of county jail and prison.
When Dustin was little, he ran around in his shorts and cowboy boots, wearing a red Superman cape and a little six-shooter cap gun on his hip. “Little Dustin,” imbued himself with all the supernatural powers a child’s imagination could muster. He then climbed onto his grandparents’ old wooden picnic table, got a running start, and leaped into imaginary battles against evil. He was the invincible, adorable hero, and always one of the good guys.
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