Evaristo Salas Jr. (Junior)

They just cuffed me up, threw me in the back of the car.

I think I was 14 at the time already.

Took me to the 7-Eleven down the block, shined the light in the back, and the lady looks at me because I'm a store clerk.

I go to 7-Eleven.

I used to go to 7-Eleven two or three times a day.

Looks at me and goes, that's not the guy, you know what I mean?

That kid lives down the street.

I know who that is.

And then they took me back to my house and let me go.

And then my dad looks at me and goes, what are you doing?

I said, what do you mean, what am I doing?

He goes, well, if they're coming to the house all the time, obviously you must be doing something.

I said, Dad, look, I don't even know why they came.

They took me this.

So for the first, I would say for the first couple times that they actually came to get me, my dad was convinced that I was doing stuff, you know.

And I was to a certain extent, but not the stuff that they were coming in.

They were coming for every single little thing.

And then he finally realized that he can't possibly be doing all these things because it was literally constant.

And it became that became almost a routine, too.

There was another time that they came in just in the morning.