The past matters more than the present. It’s our past that defines us. And it comes back every night. Nightmares of all the sick shit I’ve done to people. An old thug used to warn me about it, back in the day, but I didn’t give a damn. I got respect. I got everything. Nightmares didn’t seem like such a bad deal. “Best you don’t get into this criminal life”, he said. “You’re too proud. You’ll never get out of it.” But he was wrong? Yes he was. DEBT