OK, now I recognized what was going on. What looked like a wino sitting on a door stoop guzzling wine was actually a dope dealer. I watched for a few ...inutes and the pseudo wino eventually got up and moved to another stoop. He was visited there by a few customers. Eventually, he got up and wandered into a convenient alley. I wondered what he could be doing there, unless he just needed to piss.He didn't come right out, so I made my way to the alley and peered in. It was a very long unlit alley,. I was doing alright until that confusing lesson threw me off. You get it perfectly while everyone else is scratching their head.”“Oh…”I looked at him, and he had this really attractive, pleading look on his face. Being the hopeless romantic I was, I gave in.“Please help me, Sam. I can’t fail this class. You’re the only guy I can ask.”“Well, alright. I did come to you first.”“Thanks, man. I can’t thank you enough.”Since then, Mico and I have been seeing each other to discuss lessons. His grades. I am German and Pacific Islander but looked Italian at the time. I heard rumors of rape in prison and needless to say I was nervous. I had a short stay but knew Monroe State Pen’s reputation for sex in jail. A lot of those guys were doing serious time there. County jail was a piece of cake. No one gave you a bad time as far as butt sex. You had around 23 guys per cell. Now Monroe Pen. You would get a roommate. I had no desire to pack my shit and hoped I would get a cellmate who shared my same. ”“I was told it was a school to learn how to be a soldier. I might be wrong. The family that saved me talked funny. Sometimes I didn’t know what they were saying.”“A family saved me, too. I was sick and they took me to a doctor. The doctor said that I almost died.”The three kids started exchanging stories. They quickly discovered that each of them was an orphan, had been taken in by a family that spoke funny, and then brought to the airport with the promise they would go to a special.