"When are you ever going to learn!" his sister barked at him as they walked across the parking lot of the county jail. This was where he had spent the night. He didn't know how to answer that question; his head was still spinning from the night before. So he just walked along silently, his head down, looking at the pavement. How could he have known the answer to that question? He couldn't predict the future, and up until now, his life had been...