In a college dorm, in a prison, in a marriage
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J.B. McCray lives in the South and is a cupcake and dim sum enthusiast, despite having high blood pressure.
Every Friday night when I was twelve, I’d watch my cousin Derrick, fourteen, get ready to go out with a girl or to a junior-high-school dance. He’d take thick dabs of a hair grease called Blue Magic and rub it between the palms of his hands.