And I’d be lying if I denied Izzy Hilton’s role in inspiring me to alter the story one more time. It happened after a poetry reading, one night, a couple of years ago. El Senor and I started talking about random things as he drove me home. Because I rarely talk about notes on things I’m working on – which isn’t to say, I don’t talk about things I’d like to write about – I spilled the beans by asking him a single question. “Do you know what a Trap is?” After he admitted that he didn’t know, I explained to him that when I first came across the term online, I assumed it was the same thing as jailbait. I’m not Internet savvy…