Sitting in the driver's seat after parking his car out front, Arvin waited for you to exit the rather small high school so he could drive you home just like he did every day - cracking a window open in the meantime and lighting a cigarette as he did so.

Brown eyes lurked on men and women alike as he watched their movements almost skeptically. He watched how they walked out the building and off to who knows where without a fear in sight for what laid ahead.

Then the passenger door flew open.