I met a boy with cuts up and down his arms. Scars over scars. Tattooed on his face, the word NUMB. Tattooed on his body, Satanic art. A closet neo-Nazi. I spoke to him of sacred things. Offered stories of redemption and hope. I gave him my number, told him I had a job waiting for him with my brother if he was willing to work hard like a young man like him should. Please pray that he calls me. Please. His blue eyes are too beautiful not to see again. I call him my Devil Boy. Pray that the Devil Boy calls me.