Every blue moon, we receive a newly minted adult into our House from a facility for the younger delinquents. It's a mixed bag with these guys: sometimes they are already hardened to the ways of institutionalization, and sometimes they are like a young buck in a fresh green meadow. Usually they are covered in jailhouse tats, and have adopted the prison-chic clothing so loved by those school-to-prison pipeline types. This resident, however, was unlike the others. He had such an innocent look about him, you'd never guess half the shit on his rap sheet. Lucky for him, that rap sheet isn't going to become public, and thus, he has a real chance to start again from scratch.