"I should be able to fix that. Do you think I'll be able to get in his office?" Maybe a little later. Do you really need to?" she asked."I'll let you ...now. Let me see what I can do."I found the main terminal box for the phone system and attached a tone generator to the posts for the wiring to Jack's phone. I then went back to the area by Joan's desk with a portable handset and tried to trace the tone. While I was around the corner from Joan's desk I heard Jack come out of his office. I could. A big and tall Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Toronto, Ontario. I’m a student at the University of Toronto, majoring in Criminal Justice. Oh, and I’m Bisexual. Life sucks these days. Seriously. Adaptation is something every living thing must do in order to survive. I’m adapting to life in Ontario after moving there from Brockton, Massachusetts. I’m just not sure survival is worth it out here. What do I mean by that? Follow me. Ever since I came to Canada, I had to adjust to. Good-Times, my wife of thirty-six years, had already said she wasn’t going and didn’t see why I wanted to go. I explained it to her but she either was more dense or less caring than her usual self and said I was an ass. Tank had saved my ass three times in a year in South East Asia. He had a small piece of lead in his shoulder from the third time. Yeah, I was going. I’d catch and recatch hell for it, but I was going. My truck already had the snow tires on. I had Mike at the station give it a. I had no desire to go to college and in my house it was known that when I graduated I had to move out or start paying rent. So I decided to enlist in the Air Force under the delayed entry program. About a week before I was scheduled to leave my mom and Roger gave me a graduation/going away party, lots of friends, lots of family. My mom let me and most of my friends drink that night, she knew I had been drinking and partying for years. It was the first time my mother actually treated me like an.