You wouldn’t think I could do it, but I gave up drinking. I had lost everything because of alcohol and I couldn’t lose anything more. I lost my wife, my children, my home. I couldn’t stay there and remain sober. So here I am, upholding the law and slamming rowdies in the drunk tank. The ironic thing is that to escape, I found refuge at my beginning. My people came from these islands. Now I can finally claim them as my own.