Description
The thing was that me and Rise were blood brothers, but sometimes I really didn’t know him. . . .
As Jesse fills his sketchbook with drawings and portraits of Rise, he tries to make sense of the complexities of friendship, loyalty, and loss in a neighborhood plagued by drive-bys, vicious gangs, and abusive cops.
Jesse uses his sketchbook and comic strips to make sense of his home in Harlem and the loss of a close friendship.
