You… A senior, when I was a freshman. Dating a ditz in my graduating class, hitting her whenever she didn’t want to have s** with you. Fast forward over a decade, and you have two arrests for beating and r***** girls under 13, one arrest for failure to register as a s** offender, and a penchant for travel, to avoid going back to Prison as a known chomo. I know what you did in Dothan. Me… The reason you were expelled from Choctaw in the first place. Fast forward about a decade, and you know nothing about me… My name, my location, my occupation, my allies, when or where we’re always watching you, Rodriguez. Have fun looking over your shoulder for the rest of your life, wondering if we’re close enough to reach out and touch you,or far enough away to put in a few calls to the right people. God help you if we catch you again, because nobody else will. I, for one, suggest you get psychiatric help, before you commit another crime, and we have to get involved again.