Wendi
Photograph: Jeffrey Wolin
"I was only four when I saw my first stabbing - it was a drug deal gone bad. I knew I had to be tough just to survive on the hill. My mom was a nurse but she got into drugs and left when I was nine. Odds were I'd have a kid by the time I was fifteen, like many of my friends. But I didn't want that - I wanted to get off the hill."
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