A psychotic kidnapper with a gun. A blindfolded ride to a ruthless drug dealer's compound. Torture. A slow death. These were the things that were waiting for me in the parkign lot while I worked the evening shift of what was sure to be my last day on earth. Then, he came in for dinner.He had a loud Harley-Davidson, a dry sense of humor, a contagious laugh, and seven friends. All he wanted was an enchilada dinner. But. He was my only hope. So,...