“The first day of his first semester at the University of California, Berkeley, Danny Murillo walked into the Cesar Chavez building and saw a white man with tattoos on his arms. Something about the man felt familiar. He could tell from the tattoos that the man was, like him, from Los Angeles, and he was around his own age, mid-thirties, but it was something else that he recognized. He went up to the man and said, ‘Damn, I feel old around all these youngsters.’ The man said, ‘Yeah, me, too.’ Murillo said, ‘I haven’t been in school for a long time.’ The man said, ‘Yeah, me, too.’ Murillo said, ‘I was on vacation.’ The man said, ‘Yeah, me, too.’ Murillo said, ‘I was in the Pelican Bay SHU.‘ The man said, ‘Yeah, me, too.’