It looks like the only chance for us getting out of here is to get up earlier than the other guy. I wake up at 3:30 this morning and catch a shuttle to the airport. There are already three guys ahead of me in line. There being no security in this particular part of the airport, a buddy of theirs from the night before shows up with a 12 pack and a bottle of Crown Royal to wait with them. His teeth are a mess of black and yellow and he’s sloppy drunk. I have mixed feeling of how good times here are often mixed with way too much alcohol. Elixa and I talked about this – Is it hopelessness? Boredom? A fault in genetics? Historical trauma? No doubt it’s complex. Most people that are incarcerated because of poverty and addiction. It’s a vicious cycle.