Ghetto Virus. An inmate stopped me after my run. He was trying to get a shower because the bus driver wouldn’t take him without one. I nodded, I remember a Greyhound bus driver that would hit the microphone and yell every fifteen minutes to remind us to be quiet when no one was talking. The inmate was a gang member and did a decade but, grew up. I bought him some food and a shower. When, I got out he was gone.