Working as a janitor, and presumed by the older women who work with him to be unsocial. He told me how he died on the operating table after a severe stab wound but saw his spirit coming back into his body and was told it was not yet his time. Now on parole he reads the bible in some attempt to understand his near death experience. He grew up in drug culture, in an out of correctional institutions, and has ended up with 27 stab wounds. He met his own son after he was left on his doorstep at two. His own mother, who is now clean, is bringing him up, but he has little connection to him. His family name is of Cree origin and he calls himself a white skin native. When his parole is over he will go back to the bar and that is the only thing he wants to do.