Here's a typical, lyrical post from Humans of New York: “I left Belize when I was 12 or 13, just as all my friends were getting swept up into gangs. The gangs would get kids to do the dirty work, because they knew the kids wouldn’t go to jail. I actually have an old photograph of the group of friends I used to hang out with– there were seven us. After I came to America, they were all killed in the exact order that they were standing in that photograph.” Photo by Brandon Stanton.
