Photo by Simon Robben

Mom’s voice always floods my mind when I’m walking home at night from my usual watering hole. Three Jack & Cokes and two shots of Absolut Citron aren’t enough to drown her out.

“You can’t walk alone in the city at night. You’re a young woman. You’ll be raped or murdered!”

It’s 2am, well past last call in Richmond. This place is a graveyard by 12:30, hardly a city. But hey, there’s enough drug dealers and…