He even told me he picked the place partly because it was so far away—a seven- or eight-hour drive, meaning my mom and Gram would be able to visit only once in a while. Maybe he figured this middle-class kid had had all the opportunities that the tough guys from the inner city had never had, and instead of getting a college degree and a steady, well-paying job, I kept landing myself in trouble... and if he sent me to a dangerous, hard-core place, it might be enough to scare me into "going straight." Or maybe he was just a malicious SOB, misusing his authority.