The sun was peeking over the Santa Monica Mountains, shining through the double-tinted windows. Out the other window, the Pacific Ocean sparkled. And in the back of his 2004 Chevrolet Suburban, Stevie Tu’ikolovatu was sound asleep when there came a rapping on his window.
Private security guards, Tu’ikolovatu had found, usually had the same question. What in the world was this big man doing sleeping in a car in Malibu?
Often, it was easier to move than to explain.
Where would he even start? A few months ago, Tu’ikolovatu was living comfortably, with a wife and free housing, as a member of Utah’s football team. He’d been a periodic starter...