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You'd find a good mix of normal, and sadistic guards and prisoners. It isn't like how the movies and other ex-prisoners portray it. Sure, theres violence, pedophiles, rapes, gangs, and all that. Which, I could go into more detail about them, but for the most part, its just a lot of boredom and longing for the outside. I was approached because of my looks, but had no problems when I told them I wasn't gay. There's enough openly gay people there now and they are cracking down so much on rape that that stuff doesn't happen as much anymore.

I was going to be working a full time job, put all that money towards my loans, and use the dirty money to pay for the things that could easily be paid in cash (food, rent, etc.). And you aren't wrong. There's many variables that go into that, and although I will say I got myself into this predicament, debt-wise, unknowingly, I'm not going to let my capacity to choose be taken away from me and dismiss the responsibility for my actions. I don't know if that makes sense, but I'm essentially saying that although the system is screwed up, I'm still an individual who isn't entirely a product of my environment.

I attended a music festival in Panama City called “Day After Festival” where I located someone selling cocaine. I asked him to take me to his supplier, as the kid was probably only 16, and said I wanted to buy a large amount. Once I was taken to the supplier, I explained that I was looking to buy a large amount, would be weighing and testing each purchase, and that if he consistently held up his end, I would continue buying. I then gave him a public location in the city and a time to meet, never exchanging names or phone numbers, as I wanted to protect myself, and him as much as possible. For six days, I’d go jogging to the location, give him a new location date and time, make the exchange, and jog back to the hostel. I wouldn’t tell him how much I was looking to buy total that way he would never get the idea to rob me, as he was always expecting me to keep coming back. On the last day when I got the total I needed, I let him know I wouldn’t be coming back. With a surprised look on his face, we shook hands and I ran off again like I always had. Still to this day I don’t have any idea who he was.

No question is dumb. But I actually was outside the hotel that I was going to pass them in and was feeling nauseous. I then felt my right side start convulsing and knew something was wrong. When I started dry heaving, it was so violent that I couldn't even talk to the receptionist. There was a subway across the road and so I went to get some water to be able to force any of the packets that might have come up for fear of choking because I was alone. Then, the dry heaving stopped, and about 10 minutes later I started to speed.

Hey stranger, I am actually working right now for an oil company, unfortunately not as an engineer, but am really just trying to work my ass off to pay off my student loans as quickly as I can. I'd like to try and sail around the world with some friends as soon as I get free of debt and off probation.