I knew it was over. All of it. The Erik Fisher Football dream was dead. Dad knew it; Mom knew it. Everyone knew it. A jailbird wouldn't make it as a football player. Jailbird...huh. I never thought Erik, the one everyone thought was a big hot shot was in jail. Not that I'm complaining. He deserved it for killing Luis. He killed my friend! The only memory I have left of Luis are the Golden Dawns. Every time I see them I remember that one night. That one night I helped save the Golden Dawns. It was tough work, something Erik would never understand, he got everything handed to him. He got everything easy. He got away with nearly blinding me! Maybe jail's the way to show discipline. Finally discipline. What he always deserved.