You're as good as the last case.

Yeah, and I got the sword of Damocles hanging over my head.

You know what I mean? Like if I don't produce, I'm dead.

I'm going back to Ohio and I'm still trying to sell my house and get my affairs in order.

And I spent two years basically undercover for the DEA.

You know, I mean, and I got lucky in the fact that my DEA handler was really good and really saw the value.

He was very entrepreneurial.

No,

Jeez.

So he did, he was pale white.

He had, only thing he had was, like, these horrible prison tattoos, and he had asked me to go to the library to get him books and, 'cause he couldn't, they wouldn't let him move.

He had gotten arrested again after fifteen years in Angola.

Got out, came back to Ohio, and got arrested for armed robbery again.

So all of a sudden he pulls me aside.

He goes, "Listen to me." He goes, "You have a little girl that's about one and a half, right?" I go, "Yeah." He goes, "So did I." He goes, "You know how many times I saw her in the fifteen years I was in prison?" I go, "No." He goes, "Once." He goes, "The mores and values that you're clinging to have died a lifetime ago." He goes, "You see there's another p- there's pods, like glass, like rooms, like each has seventy p- th- thirty people." He goes, "See the guy in the pod over there? That's your co-defendant." I go, "Yeah." He goes, "He's already ratted on you.

Yeah.