CHAPTER TWO — THE POD PEOPLE INTAKE People think my story started with a SWAT raid. Choppers circling, dogs tearing through sheetrock, men in black stacking at the door. No. That was seven years earlier. This time, it was ordinary. Buc-ee’s. Bright lights, beaver mascot, gas pumps humming. I was with my girl, thank God, because when the cuffs snapped cold around my wrists, I shoved…