Sounds like the kind of person who wouldn't last long in jail. "Hey you really shouldn't let him steal your peach cobbler. You need to push back." and gets his ass shived nine times.
The jail bus took him to the police station, where they acted like he was an idiot for asking for his stuff, and told him to come back during business hours. So he went back into the cold, to the nearest place with heat, Hardee's ( they're like McDonald's ).
There I was by the grace of God, and he was happy to see me, to use my phone, and figure out logistics of how to get home ( he lives a town over ). I let him use the phone, call a few people. Offered him a burger, bought him a sprite.
I'm car-less, but I said we could walk over and borrow my mom's car. The cops left him with no phone, no keys, no laptop, no clothes (that fit), and he was also concerned because he had a bunch of magic cards with him ( geek cred anyone? ) who knows if the cops kept em nice.
This guy is not a criminal. I think he does freelance programming. He's kind of a delicate flower in some ways. Not the most delicate person I know, but he works with computers. He doesn't brave the untamed wilderness with no supplies including no winter gear.
I do Wim Hof method, jump in ice lakes, and all that crazy stuff, and I had on a hat and gloves tonight, because it was so cold. He does none of that, and had a too-small spring jacket and no hat nor gloves, was mis-informed about collecting his belongings, and was set loose with nothing else, all for a single gram of pot, which is legal in a growing number of states.
I dunno what else to say. What should I do?
Pretty sure he wants to fight this with a lawyer. I want to get the laws changed.
Can anyone help?
I think we're reading too much into the words/actions of a petty criminal. I imagine he's lying and was just stealing packages, or at the very least hadn't thought things through properly.
There's a long story which I hope soon to be able to document.
One thing I learned was never, ever, ever to judge people on first impressions. I think I thought "Oh no" when they put that kid in my cell, but he was an utterly fantastic cellmate. His case was fascinating; he had stolen approximately $60,000 over several months as a night cashier at Target by managing to pick the lock on the safes next to the register using a pen during hours of boredom. He burned through every penny flying around the country staying at nice hotels every weekend to fuel his burgeoning MMA career. He was finally called to the office by a manager at Target and two detectives were there. He didn't get a chance to deny anything as a roll of $3,000 cash fell out of his pants leg as he was stood right in front of them.
4. Years of living as a criminal, constantly afraid of getting caught, has taken a tole on his psyche. He's now starting to act in a self-destructive manner, not rationally in his best interest.
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